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Sleep calls, its siren song sounds
filling synapses with treacle toxin
sluggishly eyes falter, breath deepens.
Reality falls away.
Anxiety ascends to its throne,
taking charge, parading crystalline hate
in celluloid reels, images encrusted
spattered and damaged.
Fists start to clench,
pounding pillows,
trying to free those innocents,
away from the nightmarish thugs
vapours in the mind.
Foot kicks and kicks once more,
as fist finally hits something hard
knuckles leaving ****** imprints on the floor.
Another night awake, scared of sleep.
Crimson dripping awaiting to be stemmed.
I suffer from cPTSD and have regularly episodes of night terror. I think this covers what I and others go through.
Befriended by a billowing beast
Who came a knocking on my door
Smiling in a bullish way
Was a fearsome minotaur*

'Excuse me sir, not to intrude
But do you have some sugar you could lend?
I've just moved into the neighbourhood,
I hope such Impertinence doesn't offend.'

Nervously i filled the sugar bowl
He regaled its pewter beauty
'Sir you are most erudite'
Gave a wink 'you are a cutie!'

This is why I'm on this date
I didn't think its wise to refuse.
I'm too much of a simpering coward
To upset a man with sharpened hooves
*minotaur is pronounce Mine-o-tore (uk english) not as pronounced in USA min-a-tar
just so the rhyming actually works and I'm English.
A touch, soft, just a hand brushing the face,
Finger tips gently caressing, now waits,
For the momentary silken embrace,
With hearts entwined in a blissful state.
Love itself, conquering all, dispelling
Sadness, loneliness, negativity,
Banished. Simple with words compelling,
Just a light touch to garner brevity.
Now both holding close and beating as one,
Your hearts fulfilled with Aphrodite’s gifts.
Eyes, staring soul deep, intent with attention.
Lips meet, join together in a longing kiss.
The moment lasts, a minute, a lifetime,
Love itself both vibrant and sublime.
I wrote this for my daughter and her fiance, to symbolize their love. I feel it works for so many other people too
Getting older, getting bolder.
Mismatched views, news propaganda
Creating zombies, full of slander.
Eking out their time, shouting online,
An echo chamber but please remember,
That the views they hold have a defender.
Nourished on hate, a divisive spate.
Sanctimoniously smug sold with a shrug.
Cloning more rabid unsightly thugs.
The media praised; eyes glazed.
Double dealing, thought stealing,
Callous uncaring vapidly preening.
Selling copious copies and intervening.
Binding society to a populist game,
Ridden with shame, filled with pain,
How the hell can this remain?
Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet adulation in perfumed repose,
Beauty distinct fragrant overpowers
Consuming the senses is manic throes.
Then it fruits, its summery shift
To languish berries bright bursting red
For us to pick as the seasonal gift
Before the tree starts to Autumnal shed.
Start again your sleep encrusted with snow
Until the awakening when winter goes.

— The End —