Fields of foliage green, with endless dope yields
streams of wasted life, Churchill's empire threadbare, poverty and ***** of its dignity.
I wish I could bury the soundless whispers that I seldom resite, turn off the light and with pride retire.
I see conceived walls of destitute junkies, rejected societies and abused deafness of blind philosophy, I highly rate the nostalgic plea.............
Postwar shadows of hidden government policies that call, I will, I shall, I will never.
Dust to dust, neon lights and queues to the other side, Cheque books and empty ink pens of thoughts i wish to re-sight a wasted life cannot do so............
I sentence you to a death of insanity, and still the concaved walls molded from the backs of bodies once leant, Rocking and craving I shall, I will, I know I'll return.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:48 AM UTC
The blue haze of the dawn in the cold hours of the morning.
I have many uncertainties and wish i could be in the cover of home.
Only the neon lights divide the darkness of early morning and I turn to see the horse, is she lame.
As if she was dormant, as if she awaits to be ridden out over the downs of suburban England.
The first one home wins and I am the loser, In the yard I have lost the morn, Hours of work and years of pain.
I turn to catch her eyes that reflect sadness of our selves,
The night held a thousand faces, so callus, vulpine and cold, she turns her face as she lays down, and the sun gold's upon the gray.
I hold on for life as she turns her shoulder and throws me apart
showers of thought and for one moment the race had been mine for a day.
The stable door colours itself with Aubrey, violet and auburn, glow in its presence and feel her tear in the bottom of her heart.
As the gallops fade into distant perspective their head down, hearts slow in the smoke of their breathe now ever present, My my Liside forgive me, Un-tack her, unlock her and leave her be.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
The way I miss you
Music reminds me
The chance for love
A way to wake up smiling
That you cared for me,
We're apart
I still feel pain,
Yours and mine
I feel joy
Ours
No regrets
Maybe
Karma
Yes
Unfinished
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:45 AM UTC
Birds soaring,
Clouds racing,
Sky filled with light.
Heart beating,
Spirit rising,
End is in sight.
People staring,
Not believing,
Clothes ***** and worn.
Legs dragging,
Arms hanging,
Broken, twisted and torn
Now returning,
War ending,
Defeat for the South.
Bed waiting,
Family crying,
One word in my mouth,
Home!
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 1:57 AM UTC
Every day
The train
There
And back again
A face
Yours
In the crowd
I smile
You shine
Fingers touch
A shock
We retreat
To recover
And wait
Another day
Then alone
I make the journey
For weeks
Months
Truth descends
Reality hits home
I will never see you again
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC