If the stars did die
I wouldn't mind
If my eyes went blind
I couldn't find
Strolling the darkness
With souls like yours
Hearing the whisper
That binds us further
But
If the stars are bright
I'm grateful
If I can see light
I'm aware
If I can hear voice
I'm at ease
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
The further I run or hide, I fall closer in love.
On a legal high - like birdsong.
I'm told to marry, share wealth, ***** and a home.
Or what's the point living?
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
I feel an enormous serenity - floating in some lover's limbo.
Spectate the scene in silhouette.
While bittersweet coffee cuddles my palette.
I can finally breathe.
So why do I feel like a survivalist?
On a long haul where perceptions hinder.
For now I stay floating.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Care about old things to sell on
Living the memorabilia dream
What will you spend it on?
With blue-suede eyes
And polka-dot ties
What gives you a hard on?
I can't live a middle-class dystopia
Where our class system's ******
Don't live to tick boxes and beam ceilings
Small minds without feeling
What's wrong with homosexual healing?
You converse on conversation pieces
I knock head on open-brick
Save it for your dinner guests
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
Too often, the frail mind of our bodies succumbs to desire.
Subhuman, neanderthal traits; where we want to love.
Or is that just a label for ****
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
This is
Another
Version
Trampled
Lusciousness
No one
Told me
Of
A paradisal
Ether
Where one
Can talk
Through
Black mirror
A symbol
Of neck
Pain
Artificial
Light
Stuttered
Communication
A message
Received
A naked
Body
Or
Satire
All transferred
Via satellite
To my
Jeans
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:01 AM UTC
In our stainless steel hearts,
Is watermarked love.
Copywritten/Forbidden
Inaccessible to other entity,
Or any other soul, brain, body.
Not sunken or deflated,
But soaring and everlasting.
Even when sunlight fades,
I wake next to you,
Another day.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Chloro green
Sandpaper brown
Contrasted elements
Amongst shattered wild
Sticks
Out in the sticks
Blinded by time
And peculiar brightness
I live in Cotswold grey
In harshness
And swollen greed
Of human reality
Guilty for want
Guilty for need
Helpless mind
Helpless body
To live in the sticks
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC