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Oct 2016 · 537
Paranoia
Laniatus Oct 2016
All whispers, light and evil,
Derogatory, slaying the soul.
This is daylight -
This is night, the stars join in,
badgering the shying moon;
I wish I was the burning Sun
crying my bleach over fields and trees.
I can't surrender just yet -
But my weakness bleeds
through gulping swallows and choked up laughs
falling on petals, sliding away with the breeze.
I have no light or tunnel to spot it through;
And wouldn't know how to anyway.
Oct 2016 · 412
Haikus
Laniatus Oct 2016
Eyes hidden in words
Derogatory
Death is the outcome.
      .......................

Watch my expression
Suicide eyes
The rope is too thin.
      ........................

And every little word
Delves deep inside
I feel everyone.
     ........................

I deserve flowers and wine
Tiny thoughts
And gentle hymns.
    ..........................

I'm sad and unhappy
I know why
People are everywhere.
    ..........................
Oct 2016 · 248
The bird
Laniatus Oct 2016
Cast your eyes out within -
Small birds struggle to fly,

Clouds stick between feathers
and dampen at the thought of rain.

I have not become wise to aid flight
I was born unto myself - to learn,
to thrive, to breathe, to live.

Unfortunately I am a mere strand of feather
suffocated by that damp ever present cloud;

Heavy and waiting to fall.
Oct 2016 · 310
Wordless
Laniatus Oct 2016
These words seem blank
and unrelated...
My flow and vision has either weakened or died.
Too long it has been.
The lines are too thick
to fit my ridiculous, empty words within...
Even paragraphs desist from existing,
and implode like dramatic hills
attempting an evolutionary growth into mountainhood.
Rivers weaving, in-between, around and through
salty salmon bear jaws -
Like the pain of love between the *****.
Oct 2016 · 255
untitled
Laniatus Oct 2016
The red sky, it's vivid voice beckons;
Wild, insidious mediations.

I sit here stranded
Old, wise and fettered -
By the memory of my trailing years;

All forgotten.
Dec 2015 · 442
fate
Laniatus Dec 2015
Augusts' sweet rain
Dancing down window pains -
September yesterday dissipates
                 into languishing thought,
Like a glimpse of a dream;
A snap shot
Through the broken eyes of morning,
A wisp, a glint of memory
From midnight's rapid eye movement, and
Tomorrow's ever extending chance of death.
Jul 2015 · 1.3k
wear the crash hat
Laniatus Jul 2015
In an instant
The vulnerable confidence within escaped...
Thud - As I cracked my head against the concrete.
For the first time
           in a long time, I thought
It was all over. I reached to the back
Expecting the fragile shell split;
The shell that holds my brain
But nothing.
Suddenly my left side went numb, tingled
And returned to leave only what I can describe
As pins n' needled heated to 100 degrees
Prior to their attack.
They ran from shoulder to my 3 middle fingers.
5 minutes now I sit cross legged on the concrete.
With fire in my fingers I press to push myself up,
I'm dizzy. I sit again for a while.
Nerve damage. Should heal? I hope...
******* BMX
Just a quick write with no edit, bit of a blog really I suppose after testing my bmx after a rebuild. Bike was lighter than expected and fell straight back on the back of my head. For a second I truly thought it was all over!
Jul 2015 · 3.0k
loving sex
Laniatus Jul 2015
***** given
Uncovered - Hidden
Under hand, under night
Through the covers your eyes
Reflecting the moon and dilate.
A dusting of rain, a romantic patter
Fingers walking your *******
Outside and inside we exist as weather
Breath of wind running with sweat.
Like the rain tracing our window
We drip our salty drips;
No secrets, preoccupation - Only
Temptation to exist -
Let me know when you're ready,
Ready to let go.
Jul 2015 · 557
love is like a monster
Laniatus Jul 2015
Love is like a monster
With rose breath
And thorny teeth,
Red wide hearts for eyes
And horns of hope and faith.
Jul 2015 · 1.1k
the gentle of confusion
Laniatus Jul 2015
A wooded glade webbed
Under a scale of stars

Mind suffering inquisition
As if stuffed in a jar

Then silver glows
Through crisp winter leaves

Yet shadows all dissipate
As I rise to my knees

Behind each minute, second
A forest of time

Clouds ebbing further
With the moon and stars inside

A pale instinct
As humble as a home

Each thought feels wind torn;
The price of being alone
Written last winter sitting in a near by common
Jul 2015 · 492
your garden
Laniatus Jul 2015
Across silence
Rude stares
In equal measure
Provoking a quandary.
Voiceless words
And your invisible
Ink rests surely, printed
To my ear;
Likewise, in argue
And question
Our roughage will continue
To grow far over
Neighbourly walls and fences
To watch foxes
As they play
In the low sun:
Are you my fox?
Playing gestfully
Through the shaking weeds
Of deception in your heart?
I can write
Your ink, spelling your spell,
Juicing flower heads
Of their perfection.
No escape - all stems riveted
To the salty earths and float
As they're cut, like balloons,
Or spiralling rosettes, bleached
Then crisped by the sun
As your voiceless words stare
And watch my heart
Separate and drift away.
Jul 2015 · 899
haikus of H
Laniatus Jul 2015
Timeless bliss parlous
Stained swollen limbs
Journey to the brain
...................................
Sweaty flushes, paroxysmal
Shuddering the dawn
Dying eyes quint, bursts of sun
...................................
Iron wings sink. Insatiable
to regain skyward winds;
Desire to glide insists change
Jul 2015 · 959
junk
Laniatus Jul 2015
Sweaty bones, cracked
         metal and marrow ionised,
Rusty toxins dripping,
         running the gully of the chest
Freezes
As sudden as it had broke.

Shaky, quivering limbs; fingers swollen
         like tiny girders
Ready to build - Again
The foundations of another fix.
Jul 2015 · 521
the discovery
Laniatus Jul 2015
What a discovery
In between
Those yellowy perfumed pages
Of Tom Sawyer.
Your two-dimensional form undeterred
From your first installment of life
Some thirty odd years ago.
Immortal shell, you
Unlike your wind torn
Finally winter buried friends
Now of new purpose - As ornament,
As fossil, own a new beauty.
I dare not peel your fragility,
Your thin, dried silk like skin.
The new epoch which has now found you,
Daisy and Forget-me-not entwined
In still-life, frozen, embraced;
I gently close the book, closing
Your new chapter against the page
Leaving you for the next to discover.
Flicking through books and found three dried daisies and a sprig of forget-me-nots. This was my Granddad's book handed down so my Grandma would've put them in there years ago. No doubt they're older than me, and looking at them with that in mind.... Gives me joy in the ponder.
Jun 2015 · 642
summer
Laniatus Jun 2015
Woodbine spillage
Into overgrown narrows
Butterfly wings unfold to rest,

Raw essence in parallel pattern
Settling on summer's searing breast,

Bare flesh
and forget-me-not promise
Always remembered and kept.
A few words for a few days of sun
Jun 2015 · 296
past
Laniatus Jun 2015
Bathe all past regret
Like Baptism - Delivering
Guilt, sin; lament.
Drift the wandering tides of trust
This new day will surely serve.
Yesterday and every yesterday
Knowingly can never be changed -
Awake fresh, anew each day
As if you've never woken before, shaking
The dark history from your hair.
If only...
Jun 2015 · 383
silver
Laniatus Jun 2015
Greying sky
Fettered by quivering, clouded seas.
Moon ripening bright
Like soft steel, soft
As a riverbank's close currents
Awash with arctic blues;
Winter's conception - ice
Throughout summer
A cool breath dissipating
Like a fading memory,
Weightless, humble element,
Polished, unabashed,
Windowless and bright.
Dull reflections glisten
Under strokes of evening sun;
With laughter
And gifts of love.
Jun 2015 · 523
fullstop
Laniatus Jun 2015
My words are merely insects
Chewing at the pulp
                look at the last one

It's ******* the fu.llstop
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
proverbial upset
Laniatus Jun 2015
A proverbial panic
As the early worm escapes.

The humming sun
Silvers a bush
       And blinds two birds:

A gambler prospers.
Jun 2015 · 628
exploding noema
Laniatus Jun 2015
"He's dead"
She said
In his sleep, died
Last night.
Unexplainable disbelief not quite yet
Mouth instant dryness
Slow motion, a moment
In between a moment
Like unpublished thoughts
Shelved in order awaiting
Ink inventory to swallow
Impossible words on deafness
To filter imploding imagery
Of understanding and all that was simple;
Like colour and shape, where
Only eyes are required -
When this moment finally becomes itself
And all terror and disbelief rains and settles,
It is I who also died.
for my brother
Jun 2015 · 945
the poppy
Laniatus Jun 2015
Sun
From rain
Guttering it's vibrating current
Feeding flowers,
Flowers from Hell.
They bloom through the cracks,
Cracks in our streets
For the dealers to prune and pick.
What chronic digestion pains, prays
For relief as petals scatter,
Scatter the windy alleys.
The night gives no surrender
To the lowly craving bones,
Caught in shadow the flowers blown bare,
Leaving only the seeds naked and black
Slipping the cracks
And dealers awaiting the bloom.
Jun 2015 · 356
the constant tired
Laniatus Jun 2015
The deepening red
Of stained eyes, tired

And worn - invisible glances
Precede the imminent sun

Squinting hopeless -
Blinding stretched yawns, frozen
By the ever changing winds

Bury rings in sallow flesh
With large kohl like shadowing;

A clown with meagre thought
And heart like deflated balloon,

Is merely a bag of rested bones
Wishing for beautiful wide eyes.
Jun 2015 · 377
the plight of Good
Laniatus Jun 2015
In all Good assumption
pressing like halo

a planet's infinite ring
tangible yet invisible when close

the pressure unbearable
like an obligated kindness

sinking like heavy fish
swimming in blind hypocrisy

all morals resonating
and conditioned by fable

Hope wades through expansion as the bad and lying prosper

and the true and good lay dying;
their dreams turned to stone.
Jun 2015 · 526
her first pirouette
Laniatus Jun 2015
Her first Pirouette

dark
to light
             like clouds
as if around the moon

Vulnerable

Vapour, nebulous,
          ghost.

          Distance becomes abstract
when dancing
upon
        newly broken eyes
Jun 2015 · 489
opiated ocean
Laniatus Jun 2015
In bed
     The ocean
Like an aged boat, bobbing
Restful
Below the nights undulating
     Consciousness

Pillow waves
       Under ceiling skies
The shadowy smoke nods
     Silent
Unsealing the eyes

The rustling sea, rocking
Against its warm body
     Gentle
As the ever revolving tide

Boney ores
     Heavy and sunken
Swill at the vast inky ocean

Opiated and endless – Dream
Of one day sailing; leaving

This dark malignant sea behind.
Jun 2015 · 418
age
Laniatus Jun 2015
age
Like a malevolent magnet
pulling at the ever malleable skin, stretching
years from womb to grave
charged electrons blinding
the eyes, moisture dried with their green grey cataracts
like smeared windows or dirt dull headlamps and
all transparency and vision
beneath the layered years left as muddied memory waiting
for the ever increasing magnet to finally make
the snap.
Jun 2015 · 403
echo
Laniatus Jun 2015
Winters echo
penetrating crisp
and hardy ground, cold
blinding sun
early as proverbial birds
humming, squinting
selfish new born fields
awash
with its bleach
and dewy flesh, I
wander the spiney woods,
the icy thin shell-like leaves,
stark and barely clinging
by their stiff, season worn tails.
Ahead the thin whispers of breeze
and endless footfall
over trodden dampness
where the sun misses all hours
yet still
leaves a fresh air
and humble fume to heed
the lungs and echo.
Jun 2015 · 361
hymns
Laniatus Jun 2015
Your pages
brown and leather bound
as aged voice
Mute leaves and salty tongue
protean by twenty chords -
Wasteland winds fronting the sun
carrying the most worn
of voices;
sandy words chewed to
glass,
shattering teeth
and
the promise of tomorrow;
as only children sing.
Jun 2015 · 364
night
Laniatus Jun 2015
Night is black card
with chicken moon
pecking holes for stars

day is broken egg
with tannin yoke for sun
and insects let from jars

afternoon is worn
slow weather in vain
like leaves falling or
the smell of rain.

twilight is hidden
a mere surprise
feeling shapes through wrapping
watching the chicken rise.
Mar 2015 · 469
Tongue tied.
Laniatus Mar 2015
Behind her
        the sun shattered
into a million pieces.
The horizon
       which once held the sky, split
and fell in two
causing night to re-emerge - Unveiled
In front of her
        I stand speechless;
my thoughts shattered
        into a million pieces.
Feb 2013 · 327
Again
Laniatus Feb 2013
A walk home
                      Staggered.
A conversation
                        D
                            e
                               e
                                  p.

Such pregnant words
                                       Lost
Out in the dark
Again.
Are we still?

I shall never know.
Feb 2013 · 564
Untitled
Laniatus Feb 2013
I watch her undress my question.
(The eyes answer instinctively)

I can see her lie
through the slow marriage of words
in her soft reply.

An answer is merely a question
                         Wilfully undressed.
Feb 2013 · 506
First perceptions of death
Laniatus Feb 2013
What precious stones have fallen
to ripple through the unknown.
A wilderness of insects,
the minute exactness
of wing intricacy
tick ticks in the undergrowth.

In grass by the footprints of man
the whole world has grown
around sure infant heels,
its earthy shadow lingers
as first perceptions of death

are weaved gently into fables,
stroking our children's sacred brow
wisely with sorrow - Where
did Grandpa really go? Yet

on the fringe of morning,
the shrinking world falling
back around our footprints - They wonder
with reason, posing their first questions
                                                          of God.
Feb 2013 · 457
Beauty in sadness
Laniatus Feb 2013
Vast Winter I have you
Under cloud and sullen skies
Revolving endless loss - Life
                               Closed utterly

Over impressions of Summer
Like faded ancestral footprints
In arid and dry wilderness - Choked
                               We breathe
And turn rested on past horizons,
Sure memory poised and pressed
Unfaded prints as fresh as yesterday;

The aching of soft sorrow
Peels the ever intruding smile.
Feb 2013 · 581
Second before waking
Laniatus Feb 2013
In sleep disturbed
              wandering pattern of dreams

lay flat, rested like receding tide
              washed lonely to the shore.

Eyes wide by close of night
              gently beyond morning,

circling far below
              your arms wrapped like ribbon fences,
the surround of your body's intent.

A curved milky epidermis, from dawn
              the moon drips a humble sign;
              Renewed our skin awakes.
Feb 2013 · 708
Inure
Laniatus Feb 2013
A quiet storm
as mermaids splash
the smooth lather
               which covers the brain
A love remembered
eyes raining
gently tearing pages
of a dictionary
               to burn
through one thousand mornings
an instant breath
against the glass
the shaking hand
will clasp to seek
               and shall never ever learn.

*This is the happening
as bourbon first hits the ice.
Feb 2013 · 549
Just gone
Laniatus Feb 2013
For Mary Adams*

The gestational carrier
                          Of certainty,
Picture frames in bloom.
Their photographs
                          As precious as petals
Outgrowing her empty room.

Falling now, slipping the fingers;
A moment - A whisper

Gathered like winter twigs,
Her sweet and gentle bones.
Feb 2013 · 4.0k
Footprints
Laniatus Feb 2013
Feet swill the inky ocean
black night and starlight
dragonfly mate

above the crustacean
a simplicity of darkness
the breathing tide rotates

footprints washed again and again
around my hands the world

I feel I want for nothing.
Feb 2013 · 599
Silence
Laniatus Feb 2013
We all are hi-fi
                    Hybrid music;
I mean the sound as pollen falls, hanging
Basket case
Full mainly of love, as
A generous darkening awakes
                    Its slumber.
Play louder we hum to it,
As it flows its course – Its nuance.

We are the main-line, streaming
Entertainment from the soul, followed
insidiously by shadow, and
all other craven gasps of light
                   Which form from the physical.

Let’s sit and listen;
Only until the end has ended
                   And all is utterly still.
Feb 2013 · 547
Love from sadness
Laniatus Feb 2013
Dried grass under moon
shadow and woodbine walks

hang around hands wandering
the flowing river talks

intrepid, exploring all possibilities
of those three fragile words.

The first to fly the flock
does not always get there first

into September - March
from Summer
The dying warmth without

beauty in crimson, yellow leaves,
and chance of melancholy bout.

A particular dampness to the soul
must exist for the poet to appear
inherently honest.
Feb 2013 · 661
Butterfly leaves
Laniatus Feb 2013
In the garden
                they all play
thorns against the breeze
and butterfly leaves.

Red roses in the garden - Sour red
with sweet bread she brings, sings
and whispers, swapping steps closer.

A toothless daisy becomes a sun.
Beauty into beauty, shaking
               her hair undone.

In the garden
               they all play
thorns against the breeze;
she moves not to capture darting eyes,
watching butterfly leaves,
watching butterfly leaves.
Feb 2013 · 1.5k
Bonfire you
Laniatus Feb 2013
Under the Autumn pastel fire

Yellow and reddening browns
                                                Fall
Like rusty petals
Floating from Summers dying side;
                                               And vanish

In the sweet smoky perfume of bonfire

          Leaving their final reminder
          For nostalgia is several years.
Feb 2013 · 353
Dead poet
Laniatus Feb 2013
Feathering time
                        Through the skin
Of yellowing classics,
Elsewhere, not reading
How far I've dragged these fettered years.

Inky thoughts pass the fingers,
No room for words between swollen lines:

Everything is darkness and whispers.
Feb 2013 · 497
Touches
Laniatus Feb 2013
We come together
like the first closing

surrendering warm silk
of tongue like flesh

against the milk
between our skin

wrapped in arms
and mute quotations

we sink
to safely float
              and fall
behind the eyes.
Feb 2013 · 715
Metamorphosis
Laniatus Feb 2013
Time has wilted the meaning of sunflower.
Rusty skulls, crowns of crisp silk
stifled in their attempts to move, crook
and assume a new place in existence.

They lay in grey pallet against the table;

And now are lions heads roaring at the sun.
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Complexion of death
Laniatus Feb 2013
The thick dryness of grass stalks
and shadow thickets - Broken
bodies of darkness through the sun
as the day's last hour slowly decreases.

The opening of a door.
Bone hinges as bright as the first hour
swing open
                 then shut;
Like Venus fly trap
picking us off
                 one by one.
Feb 2013 · 949
Children and insect legs
Laniatus Feb 2013
A slither as thin
                   almost like grass - Brittle
bones can only assume such polishing before the
tiniest of cracks occur;

Like insects.
                     Imagine
So close, close enough
                                      to hear
that unearthly snap.

The snap as children we all took for granted;

Not a thought for the mutated deformity
                                      left in painful circling.
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Old beach house
Laniatus Feb 2013
Grasses wind flat, swirling
Blanket over the plateau
A constant of crashing tides.

The perimeter white wash fence
Like awkward teeth tied broken and loose
Scattered as a moderate surround

Ashen and fettered by memory
A dynasty of holidays stained
In its salty oak - Weathered sweet
With haggard charm, poised

On the peninsular
Awaiting its new meaning as landmark.
Feb 2013 · 830
Our first morning
Laniatus Feb 2013
like
a rocking blanket
               of stars
against the night
               loving
lapping quietly
               under canopy
of warm lunar skin.

then,
in the glimpse
              of Autumn
through the small window
              our bodies
lightly wrapped, yawning
in the sun's early flesh,

we lie
in a deep smiling shyness
of our first morning.
Feb 2013 · 990
As love is
Laniatus Feb 2013
As love is

         the sweet rain
                             trickling voice of November

Is words in all proportion

                              whispered solely
in one ear to melt what candles once were

Is creeping to recognition - Imbued
                              all colours and shades

perched swinging like hammock

                              so still
in constellation of snow flakes

                              hand over hand
under shelter of warmth

                              a glowing challenge
in every soft shuffle
                              closer in dreams and mirrors

Is all around us
                             invisible blanket

To tongue, to teeth
                             exploding iris
blooms in fraction
                             as all beliefs belong as one

Is love, is love
                             the world over

Singing, is singing - Is love

The smooth velvet umbrella
                             each leaf free of rain
running through patient spines
                             dripping downward

as if gravity invented, in purity - This moment
                             for our vision

How nature becomes and begets

                             in bloom growth of light
planted on trampled stars
                             is birth, is birth, is sunrise

breathing the ancient hue

                             Is first steps of life.
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