The need for love is obsolete - and dead
When life is so fast with frictional vice
Body on body turning in your bed
Betwixt the sheets with no love but still nice
No need for bitter moans, anger just lust
When a solo gains more credit than a
Duo torn by *** fading into dust
Grounded down into nothing day by day.
Whilst I exist without my mirror soul
Generates views of empty and hopeless
By lovers who will ask if I feel whole
And filling it with a vacant caress?
My answer is - I don't need any luck
'Cause frankly my dear, I don't give a ****
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
The need for love is obsolete - and dead
When life is so fast with frictional vice
Body on body turning in your bed
Betwixt the sheets with no love but still nice
No need for bitter moans of anger j
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Love’s black mirror
Stings cutting into the veins
Arteries –
Oozing blood from
Picked from sores of bitterness,
Grazed by a word,
Rebuttles, Rejections, Refusals;
The cold hard slap,
The shock of a kiss turned from you,
A stabbing knife to the emotion,
It pierces the coronary red route
Flooded with tears that mutual is not your friend.
Hitting that hard concrete wall, raised up.
****** fists,
Scratching, skin disintegrating,
Screaming words that the nothing listens to.
He wants your throat to burn, seize up the mucus, saliva
And make your eyes cry hot salty tears, blinding
You from the her,
Hate stabs you until you cease to bond,
Battles with passion, lust and love
Reversed and conquered and murdered....
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 7:50 PM UTC
I knew first day
that love would grow
a spark, a root
which shot through
I knew second day
that I had felt your
arm before
comforting me
I knew third day
that I dreamt about you
that somewhere in my life
you were there, before eyes
knew your existence
I knew fourth day
that safety in your hands
was more than just a phase
you loved me so
and I loved you to
I knew fifth day
that we would go on
together as a couple
no force could stop us
I knew sixth day
that my problems with the past
would have to go
I would have to fight
I knew seventh day
that this is forever
I always knew
Even when I didn't
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
A basket of tissues
triggered in my eye
whilst tears of my own
roll slowly by
Imagine the souls
filling this chair
relating their woes
in this peaceful lair
Troubles counselled
to a stranger with a pen
jotting down everything
you keep within
Despite my own troubles
all I feel and see is them
the number of tissues
fallen in the bin
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 5:50 PM UTC
I sometimes recite my love as charity….
For:
No stretch is too exhausting, no pull to hard.
No banknote is precious nor does a penny equal one.
A penalty is just a random,
With no intent or harm,
And a kiss is not just a mild affection ,
Nor a hug, cuddle or gentle touch
Equates to little or nothing or none.
Anything I do, is big and strong.
Everything I own,
To my small hands,
Stretch marks, belly
And weird feet.
He sees nothing but beauty, and not only of that of
Skin deep.
And I have learnt this lesson from charity,
Love is boundless, a fortified state
Of being connected 100 percent.
An eye for an eye,
Quotes the bible, I say –
An eye for a body plus surplus.
For love is seeing a grain,
And tasting the whole field.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
Sunshine to my dull day,
Glistening in a yellow hay,
Blue seas ride above,
Eternal like the holy dove.
Away from the dark of night,
You hold me so ever tight,
Kissing eternal on my head,
Whilst we share our earthly bed.
Fire enflaming betwixt our skins,
Like sparkling hot fiery strings,
Connecting us together in a hot heat,
While our hearts drum to its sacred beat.
Lay alone in flowing stream of peace,
Yet our hearts are not to cease,
This love stays stationary in this fire,
Nothing can ever make it expire.
Creating joy, pleasure and calm,
It is its own soothing balm,
To the heart, mind and soul.
As we drink from the nectar at cupids bow.
How can I leave this,
For it is heavenly bliss,
To lay in this field of dreams,
Floating alone in our lover’s stream.
Death cannot divide,
For Love does not make us blind.
It opens our mind to our heart
So that we must never be apart.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Fingers
Chew chew chew
Through string flexible cords
Of peached chalked skin,
To the roughen sharped corners of the
Piles, piles pile of papers
Cutting into my head,
********** away to my very own writers tool,
Bite to bite,
Itch, blood and sting to the nails, skin
Aye aye cries the mind,
With the heart and soul echoing along.
Tingles from white aching tingling flesh that knows
No escape from my addicted mouth,
Salvia coated causing pain to durate the hours of sleepless
Nights and un-filled days.
Bite, till my very next appointment
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
When both sides are guilty
And blindness shades their wrongs
Both see nothing but the other's cruelty.
Tears appear and run from the eyes,
As you listen to the
Goodbyes.
Stubborn hearts are made from
A boiling of love and rage.
Anger sours the sweetness
As it forces itself into her red cage...
What does it feel like when your
heart is heavy,
And your body is weak.
When it is the person who has gone
who is the company you seek.
A mother may cuddle,
Friends share the tears
But all you want is your lovers
words, hands, arms and face
to share a snuggle
and a tight warm embrace.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
Dedicated to Gary Treacy
Do not dwell on the darkness,
For not even the spirits see the black
Or dust, yet minds do sink into deeper pits
As the essences of the past slowly dwindles, cuts
Into grains of shattered glass and hits
The heart, the mind, and down it shuts
Away the memory that hurts us most,
As we have to live with our loved ones ghost.
Mourning raises the sun,
With a light that blinds wet eyes,
Over a life that is gone and done.
Yet even you, know death is not a demise,
Except in our own space and time,
And that be in the night,
When shadows and corners play mime,
That every lost one is in sight,
Not only by eye but on every nerve
And not just when the moon is high,
But when the mind takes a double swerve
And we see that our five senses often do lie
Life is not only bone and skin,
It is like a fluid, wind and fire,
That is not as simple as the laws of sin,
Nor an entrance to the pearly heavens we so, desire.
It glides through the air,
Of gasps of cries that fill your nights with unease,
And it wraps you in with such care,
Until it sweeps through you like a steady breeze,
Love transcends our journey through this place,
And no matter what its length,
The beat, drum and tap keeps its pace,
Even when our mortal hearts lose their strength
And we end up with a cross above,
Remember, lest we forget,
That life is like the holy dove,
Forever flying up, up and up.
So do not bury yourself in a mourning grave,
For he, you and 6 billion others will always be saved.
In memory, heart and up in the clouds,
So stand up, and for his life – be proud.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC