Pouring rain and thunder clouds
Roiling over and shooting lightning
Racing hearts as chaos pounds
Your feel and touch intoxicating
Crackling power and moving lips
Pressing hard and we're pulling closer
Yearning bodies and sliding hips
High off you I'm an overdoser
Electric eyes and wicked grin
You know I can't resist this sin
Our burning skin and heated blood
Power and passion come in floods
Set me to Fire upon your gaze
Live in paradise for all my days
Breathe me to Life with your lips
Heart dancing and doing flips
Turn me to Infinite with your love
To be eternal with worlds above
So kiss me hard while it pouring rains
Just how I like to be
Electric euphoria in my veins
Baby,
Ignite Me
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
Your leaves fall onto the open surface
And left there to rot.
You're brought back to life
With the bright colors of spring , and you make the atmosphere remain light.
You provide us with shade to avoid the hot sun, from burning us to a crisp.
This whole process is continuous
And never comes to an end..
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
A ****** Of Crows is the collective term for a group of crows. A term I have taken full advantage of in my prose poem. I rarely post prose, I rarely post Dark writing, so as a special treat, I offer the reader both.
Neighbours should cherish peace,
I thought, taking my seat for the show.
Psychopomps were gathering, fluttering, cawing,
Not on my roof though, not in my trees,
On Varley’s premises, my bad tempered neighbour.
I observed, shaded beneath my garden umbrella,
The sun bright in a blue sky marbled with cloud,
Sipping my tea, quintessential Englishness,
Brewed from the leaf of a China plant,
Sweetened by the pith of an Indian cane,
But English, all the same. (So I told myself.)
On hearing Varley clattering around in his kitchen,
I flicked up the music another notch, then another,
Black Sabbath’s Damaged Soul, pumping out,
The heavy beat thundering across my patio,
Through the picket fence, into my neighbour’s brain.
He deserves this, he truly does. (So I told myself.)
A wife beating pig who terrorizes children.
More Psychopomps came, pecking at each other,
Waiting eagerly on the fence, telephone wires,
Soon my feathered friends, I whispered, very soon.
I flicked up the bass another notch, sipped my tea,
Then he came, roaring out of his kitchen door,
Stamping down the yard, apoplectic face, so angry,
Almost purple as he bawled at me; screamed.
‘You half-blind ****** I’m coming for you!’
From my stash I pinched up the dried leaves,
A dash of hemlock, deadly nightshade, perfect.
I dropped them on the small brazier by my side.
As he reached the fence, shooing birds away,
Giving him my best smile, I told him. ‘Goodbye!’
Hairs, taken from his comb, fell from my fingers.
And as they crisped, Varley’s face froze in horror,
Instantly coming under siege from a ****** of crows,
No ordinary gathering of birds, these Psychopomps,
But more akin to the Hitchcock variety of bird.
I turned the volume up full, chanting quietly,
While the birds pecked out his eyes, opened his throat.
A mass of black menace, fluttering in a frenzy,
Brought him to the floor, wailing and pleading.
(So, Varley, I’m a half-blind ****** am I?)
It was soon over; the birds took flight, so noisy,
Leaving Varley to perform one final twitch.
Silencing my music, Varley’s dance of death done,
I gave his wife a wave as she walked down the path,
She smiled her approval, nudged Varley with her toe,
Just to make sure, then sighed with obvious relief.
‘I owe you,’ she mouthed, blowing me a kiss.
‘Call it a gift,’ I mouthed back, finishing my tea.
(One can never accept payment, it corrupts the magic.)
Varley’s wife laughed, I smiled, so darkly sweet,
All was well with the world, as it ought to be,
Neighbours should cherish peace.
©Paul M Chafer 2014
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Life is glorious
With a taste of gore,
But it seems
That glory has no value
And gore shall prevail
Forevermore.
Hand in hand
Go glory and gore,
For, rainbows are not found
Without a sunny downpour.
Magnifying trouble
Doubling the rubble,
A flaw engraved-
Incorrigible.
Harder and hardest
We name them apart,
But truth lies in neither
For, it's only hard.
Choking and bleeding
To death and beyond,
Send us to our eternal home,
To the grave we belong.
We need not love
To live a life
Without burns
Within the soul.
We need not heartache
To maximise gore,
But only the need
For sympathy and pity.
Although some of us
Need not any pity,
Only a helping hand
To change the future.
Past is past
Untouchable,
We have no time turner
To change what's over.
But gore maximisation
Is what is shameful,
Exaggerating
Pretentious nightmares.
Stories of blood
Stories of tears,
They may be true
But only what
It means to you.
Keep the rubble
They way it is,
Don't falsely increase
The heavy burden.
Yes we cry,
But not die.
Death comes once
And takes us away,
Completely disconnected
And entirely stray.
We sink to the bottom
But we don't drown,
Breathless and shivering
But still alive.
Going over these lines
I only see
A blank page
Staring back at me.
*Oh you hypocrite
Don't tell these lies,
You know you double
The rubble and the cries.*
I despise this poem
But still, I write
For, I need to be loyal
To the growing demons.
Paradoxes contaminate
Words of wisdom,
Scattering constellations
Back into stars alone.
I question myself
What is it I want,
I realise that the answer
Only lies in a web;
The web of life.
Live life to the fullest,
Don't live in a dream world,
This is reality
There is gravity.
***But, to hell with life
That's what I say,
Live your dream
Make it your way.***
Be considerate
To what others want,
But never bow down
To unreasonable taunt.
Look at good
Look at evil,
Choose your path
Let it prove
Not fatal.
*A cursed hamartia
Ruins many a life,
A flaw so fatal
A remorseful light.*
Ending this vague haze,
Of many a peculiar phrase,
I cannot comprehend myself,
For, I am caught
In the inevitable daze.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
I'm in such a vulnerable state,
My mind wanders.
My thoughts are grand, but not for the better.
I can feel my feelings tarnish and fade away like this body of mine had never been a home to any emotions roaming around in this hollow space.
It is as if they were lost but never found…
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
I learned from experience that our parents lied when they said monsters weren't real... Because humans are the real monsters.
Yes us.
You.
Me.
Her.
Him.
They don't live under the bed they live in the real world where there really isn't no where to hide. I believe that humans are our own demons, and all together they are the most scarriest things on earth. Because why do people get killed? who gets ***** Who suffers? Who bullys? Who yells? Who causes pain? Anger? Fear? Abuse? …and caused by who you may ask?
Just another human I shall reply.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
*She’s touched
By the burning fingers
Of a man
She doesn’t know.
Her hopes crushed
By the feeling that lingers
Of a night
She will always know.
Her clothes ripped
Her unheard cries,
Her body stripped
To fight she tries.
Her face is kissed
By a stranger
The man, he hissed
She’s in danger.
She is left rotten
As he walks past
Disappearing into the night
Time drags.
She thought she’d die
She believed she would
No one to hear her cry
No one understood.
With shaky fingers
And sweating chest
She wraps her skin
In clothes of strength.
She stumbled across
On to the street
She’s suffered a loss
A tragedy.
She thought she’d die
But now she wouldn’t
She didn’t cry
She knew she shouldn’t.
A girl is strong
A girl can fight
Right or wrong
A bird’s flight.
She walked home
In clothes of pride
Although scars showed
She didn’t hide.
Justice to her
Must be given
A promise to her
Must be written.
A girl is not
A piece of meat
A girl is worth
More than this feat.
A kiss from a stranger
A touch from a finger
A scream that’ll linger
For years to remember.
A girl is much more
She isn’t to blame,
Fire at the core
A burning flame.
All it takes
Is a scarring explosion
From girls sick
Of ruthless exploitation.*
***She fights like a girl
She runs like a girl
She hits like a girl
She is a girl.
She's got the strength
And the power
To rule the world
And to conquer.***
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Exchanging messages every now and then,
Though gadgets are prohibited in your domain.
A Cheshire Cat smile unconsciously plastered
As I could see your exertion pretty mastered.
I know that there is something,
The way you care feels like I'm your everything
Or maybe I am just assuming
But not to assume is the hardest thing.
Oh~ How I wish I could be your girl,
For I know you'll be treating me like a pearl.
My feelings everyday would be ineffable,
For your patience makes every mistake amendable.
Yet to think of you with another girl,
Would cause my vision to blur.
Part of me wants to spend time with you to make memories for us two,
While another part of me says not to expect too much from you.
People keep asking our label,
All I did was portray an expression in glee
In fact, I don't know,
Even if you are sending me a clue.
So I came up with a conclusion,
Neither single nor In a relationship is my definition.
I hope everything will unfold,
But for now my status is On Hold.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
feel my breath
on your neck -
misty with an oxidized smile.
don't say no.
i cannot take more opposition
but across the universe,
my breath resonates like an unpitched percussive.
the sound is inaudible
but the sun in my mouth plays loudly
for no one to hear.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
With control, I bind my ribcage tighter and tighter
Because if I don't lace up
My porcelain-bone corset
Tight enough
They will reach in
And grab my heart.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC