Candle calm

Be calm
Be still
Do not fluster or suddenly move
Slowly perform the candle grip groove
For the candle flame flickers a delicate dance
I cannot afford to take a chance
A draft, a gust, an uninvited ****** will end the candles gentle trust
A Shimmer of colour as the flames bend
I fear the candle flame is close to the end
The dance plays on defying the breeze
What ever I do I must never sneeze
I Steady my hands diverting the air
Excited to prolong the candles glare
No second chances with this fair flame
I’m playing the dangerous tip toe game
My light footed journey is near to the end
I’m greatfull for my flickering friend
Stay lit
Stay bright
For I fear the night
Without you I have no sight
I must remember the candle calm rules
so the flame burns on and never stools
Be calm
Be calm
Be very candle calm

Pub Melancholy

Ghosts of your memory haunt my heart,
My sorrow drip feeds a bitter taste tearing us apart,

Forbidden but not forgotten passion fuels the fire,
Conflicting confusion twisting my desire,

Dizzy feelings from the spinning wheel of unrest,
Absence determines the sour flavour of my torturous duress,

My mind melts into an eternal struggle with no heeling,
I’ve climbed loves mountain & found a numb feeling,

Standing on top of our enchanted world an ecstasy, a euphoria, a thought to behold,
Come down
Come down
I shall not be told!

For my love besieges my conscience with distraction,
A fatally happy relentless attraction,
The wind of my torment blows in resentment,
Teasing my thoughts through loves entrenchment,

“Closing time we’re shut mate!”

Standing among many but all alone,
With a long face holding his phone,
Tommy Jeans is totally sad,
Easily pleased they all look mad,
He stands there sober and won’t  pay for a drink,
They’re all so false he begins to think,
Happiness around him they must be crazy,
Pretenders actually cute and emotionally hazy,
Ignorantly content he can’t comprehend,
For Tommy Jeans  wants it to end,
They’re happy
They’re laughing
They’re joking
…..
They’re choking

They’re not in the room, the moment’s not there,
Deluded in a frenzy, they just don’t care,
They’re in denial and won’t see the truth,
They look at the floor and think it’s the roof,

Tommy Jeans will never have hope,
For that mindset is depression’s *****,

Why be?
Why care?
Why even attend?

Tommy Jeans
Tommy Jeans
He feels  smart, reserved and really quite calm,
But now he’s embarrassed cause he sounded the alarm!

A quantum quiz

Finishing in the beginning could be a question ,
However rhetorical in its benign existence it couldn’t be a suggestion,
Riding high in an euphoric moment,
Or tasting the gutter in its own torment,
Airbrushed by conventional solutions,
Voice hushed by political pollutions,
Placed in infinity’s endless queue,
No time to sit in coincidence’s pew

The “What?”
The “When?”
The “Where?”
Only allows
The “That”
The “Then”
The “There”

Giving

The “Same”
The “Rational “
The “Everything “

Taking

The “Different “
The “ Irrational “
The “ Nothing “

Time

The relentless dimension allows oblivion to retract its play
Asking infinity to never, but never pay!
A concept justifying the lineal mind
To restrict the truth from mankind
Relentless in a predicted persistence
A mirage if it’s very existence

Together the quantum’s quiz presents it’s conundrum and paradox
Plaguing the thinker as a hopeless opportunity knocks
A logic that beds in their thought
Obstructing any open thinking from being sought,

Answering right is  what the quantum quiz desires
But thus so far only finished by deluded liars

Will the quantum quiz ever be truly complete with all those answers blown

Only perhaps if the all those questions are known

Wish I was talking irritation to you
Want so hard it hurts to ask
Idiotic solace commands my temperament
Knowledge dampens my sentiment
Repetitive regrettable reservations
Time robbed

Boiler versus Sleep

Boiler
Ra Ra Boiler
Silence spoiler
Noice maker
Peace breaker
Give me a rest
You heat fuelled pest

Ra Ra Boiler
Ear lobe toiler
Thought shaker
Calm taker
Patience you test
You’re cost me my best

Fate exception..

Being itself with no apology
Trawling his mind with its own psychology
Cruising his night with silent intent
The Beholder refuses with a hateful descent

Peace denying
Grace defying

Troubled morality drowned so deep
His Soul sold the devils to keep
No rest for the wicked as they say
The tranquil angel has had his day
Eternal destruction a new found pleasure
To die with no question at his leisure
Relief as the darkness makes him feel numb
To live on would be a costly sum
Silence a beauty with no sound of regret
“Finally” he screams finally he can forget

Standing proud in his arrogant cloud,
Yenson can’t hide his “Turin Shroud “
A beast within surfaces his con,
A frenzy, An Anger enables his fury,
Fuelled from steam of his self entitled past
But for over 3 years has ignorantly gone,
Yenson unknowingly is the ONE

To forget is foolish for he should’ve known,
The seeds of revenge he unwittingly had sown,

The return of “Sunday morning for once he abused “
Unkind if honest Yenson was harsh
Multiple times his claim was made
Poor poetry, poor writing and personal it was ,
If for only he wasn’t destroyed by the mighty Yenson
To survive his own hand
To return from the brink
Oh wow Yenson, Yenson just think

For now the return was nearly 4 years and Yenson would worry and quiver behind his words,

Who knows if mercy can help,
For Yenson get’s personal then acts like a coward,
A Keyboard warrior that types with venom and like a ****,
If he doesn’t like you
he’ll message with spite then cowardly block.
Yenson the brave, for this poem is for you,
No doubt you’ll write it better for it’s what you do,

Love you Yenson ***