Rest your lips on mine,
Take my breath, and inhale the
Vapours of my love.

I think I’m crazy,
I think you are too, which makes
Us perfect madness

Give an impression
That you are free, chances are
Your flock will leave too.

In life we wither
slowly as we go
through seasons weathers
nature always grows.

We can contemplate
and we can always worry,
we can’t subjugate
so we suffer covertly.

If we took a seed
to sow, no fear,
even noxious weeds
know reasons it’s here.

As the years start to orbit
and time keeps on ticking,
worry about your wallet
it won’t show in your coffin.

Summers end pinches us
for the seeds we have sown,
disbursement of pods fuss
for the spring, to be grown.

With nothing to lose
with nothing to fear,
if it’s dwelling you choose
whilst you spend your time here.

Nature knows it snows
and nature knows it’s flaws,
still happy it knows
a new seasons open doors.

Only to bloom and admire bliss
whilst they are working hand in hand,
with Mother nature’s glistening kiss,
perhaps one day we will understand.

Washed turquoise colors
Smudge the day sky, with amber
Clouds saying goodbye.

I walk listening to music
Inside my own tranquility,
Searching these lonely
Yet full streets,
Like a ghost town
For the sociable,
Attention is directed
Toward phone screens,
So we talk about the unspeakable
Silence at an awkward occasion.

We try filling the gaps that we lost,
The cracks that had been opened,
We seclude our souls in this
Marvellous giving world,
We reach for arms but
Can never seem to grab them,
We beg for help but can't seem
To give our own emptiness.

For all could be filling our gaps
Like we need to be fixed,
The falling trees and lives
Match those of sticks and stone,
Sticks resemble our innocence
Whilst stone indicate our hard
Relentless ways to hurt one another.

But I continue to stay in my own
Tranquil world of loneliness,
Because I've grown accustomed
To the curtains I can draw
So easily shut,
I've grown accustomed
To accepting that we will never
Be caring souls anymore.

Even when I blink
It hurts knowing that moments
are taken away.

Lay amongst the stars
As your beauty shines before
my very own eyes

I am a thin sheet
Of ice, I will crack through and
You will fall with me.

But I'm scared to swim
I might choke on a wave of
Fear and loneliness.

I scare you won't dive
In this water after me,
And I'll drown alone.

I need to feel heat
That radiates from your bones,
Heating my dry skin that seems
To flake away with everything
I cared about.

Just tie the anchor
Around my jelly like legs
Let me sink below.

I won't be the man
In fairytales or your dreams
I will be fiction.

Hopefully I can
Give more love to the ocean
And be lost treasure

Town hall bells ring
Vibrating my skin awake,
Birds whistle my ears into
The new harmonic day,
Grass-cutters chop my dreams
Short.

My dog licks my tired eyes open
Soaking them with love,
Fresh coffee tingles my senses
As caffeine runs through my veins,
Counting grains of sugar instead of
Counting my parking allowance.

Despite my lack of sleep,
Baggy eyes and aching bones,
I still miss my Sunday mornings
When even what seems like mayhem,
Is sweet tranquility.

Lips so tender she feels
Like velvet on fire,
Soft yet hot enough
To remind me she can hurt,
Just enough to remind me
‘Twas her inner core
I fell in love with
In the first place.

Perhaps One day
our love will d
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Like rain from washed up gutters,
But perhaps, one day,
All of my love I've given,
Will be thrown into the air
Like flower petals
for our constellations.

F
o
r
m
i
n
g
into a puddle
Of mud and mulch,
Like the heart inside
My forever drained and washed
Out chest.

You were the sparkles
In midnight sky, and you stole
All of my wishes

Even if my scars
Are visible, or they cut too,
You are my ointment.

I want you as mine
I want you as remedy.
I want you for life.

I don't want you to
add more scars, I have ran low
on skin to be cut.

Beauty has always
Shined from your heart, mind and soul,
Since the beginning.

She was born to be the only
woman and saviour just for me
Taking twenty three years to see,
Me laid alone,
hand near my phone
waiting for her message
in a bottle of notes.

Just praying my dreams
were all that they seem,
As we intertwine,
Love bursts at the seams.

Capturing our souls as we fly
over the humid moonlit sky,
Being able to wave goodbye
at all the other times we tried.

For you to finally be mine -
In heart, and in mind,
With joy, and with time -
Because this ink comes from my soul,
my princess, my life,
Can you still not see
we were destined to rise and shine.

Grab me, pull me close,
Look into my eyes like you
Are hungry for more.

You don't have to be an eagle -
to see the white stallion in a field
of ponies - nor do I ever feel
like I was the person riding it,
like all of that power was mine -
to command.

But I was George Custer to your
finely edged arrow tips -
I was an easy target and I let myself
get beaten and bruised,
knocked from my mount -
Colliding with every single piece
of stone on the ground.

Cuts, scars, grazes, bruises -
But these stones do break bones,
and these sticks puncture my chest -
Yet this is a mere kiss on the cheek
to the words that cut me so, so deep.

I fell so hard into a bottomless pit
even the ocean hadn't explored
this washed out chest, praying to find
a person who's soul is just as kind.

Now I sit day by day - watching the stallion
in the fields, in all its glory, inside a story,
that I paint inside my proudest dreams -
getting just that little closer to what was,
I look forward to the days approaching -
for the day I get back on my stallion.

And to ride with you - in all of our glory -
inside our story - that we will paint
as we fade into the fields of our dreams.

Walk on the wind and ride -
Take my hand, we can dance
Through the night, we will slide -
Into cracks of earths trance
Finding a cloud to hide -
Beautiful raw romance.

She is the music
And all of the joy,
I see her blossom
And unfold into the
Beautiful flower she is,
Yet her petals are clipped
With few wounds,
Where wounds in
the wild become
One rhythmic motion,
One perfect combination,
Her joy is a manifold nature
Making more
Than one
Happy.

Goosebumps layer skin,
As wandering hands arouse
Your Inner secrets.

Between us we are
Divine chemistry - ready
to take a hearts cure.

I know this life can be strange
The simplicity of love,
nor wavering expressions
nor the walls that you put up.

Knowing I'm not alone,
with your warm lifted soul,
a drink of sap from the tree
you've gently nurtured for me.

She has everything to give
in this large, limited world,
so...
I stopped looking for more stones
When I knew, I found a pearl.

As it was our last goodbye,
I tried wiping away the canvas
you had drawn,
but I was never so forgetful
with true love.

Walk through the sands of
Time, taste the desert air and
Drink my soul to live.

If you are here
To stay, cement yourself in
Never fade away.

We should dream for love
It’s all we can give,
Pure as a white dove
It’s for all to live,
In heaven or earth
We should all forgive,
Imagine from ones birth,
To be taught like this.

mark all my words
it's not absurd
to be deterred
from how I flirt,
if you prefer
lady, this stirred?
take this hand - dance with me my pearl,
deep breaths we twirl,
a voice unheard
unspoken birds
loose shoes, loose shirts,
loose dress, loose skirts,
and us poets
know which way - you would have preferred.

Take a big deep breath,
See the sun, see the birds and
Quickly try forget.

Temporary pain
always loses against what you
have truly dreamt for

Stand up tall and proud,
Take each day with a large pinch
Of laughter and love.

I'm a rocket ship,
Your heart is my only true
Destination point.

Thick brush brown shoulders
carry her cub up steep slopes
To rest at the top.

I don't want to think
about what could be, I want
you inside my arms.

As each day without
you in my presence I turn
To my minds penance.

hoping you are with
me, before I can even
finish the sentence.

We got told love was
Foolish, so we both smiled and
Became bigger fools.

The morning to day,
Like a gift to make you stay,
I so like this way.

It's not the fall that
breaks me, it's knowing I have
no arms to catch me.

Those snow prints mark you
Like a howl at the pining moon
Crying at your beckoning calls,
Family and loyalty runs deep
With wilderness in the night.

You find spaces in hollow pine
Whilst stood on boulders,
Your cry screeches through
Descending moons and bark,
The most gentle of heart
But viciously snarls and bites.

Coat as thick as the ground you tread,
Scratching at your fur as snow flakes fall
Shaking like the leaves
in cool breeze beneath your feet,
Blending into snow but only able
To see pearl smoky quartz eyes.

My sweet heart when you
reach for the very first kiss,
make sure you don’t miss.

Drip your ointment in
My flask, let it bind us both
Together as one.

Whistle me a tune
Harmonically syncing
melody with mine.

Play me a chord just
so you can hear what I have
been keeping inside.

In moments of dark
Hope kisses my cheek to say
"It will be okay"

Hourglass waist drops
Between sheets, sharing heat we
Tumble into dreams.

Even though my outer shell is unbreakable,
The structure inside me that was so hard
To build was finally complete,
Or at least that’s what I told myself.

Yet, my core is broken down and crumbling
as I slowly rot away and break,
I still feel every single piece of chipped off
Brick that I tried so hard to put up.

I see my walls falling despite my efforts
In this apocalyptic mess I call safety,
So I hide away, repairing myself
Piece by piece scared to ever love again.

The imprint you leave on my bed
is marked for my comfort -
The intangible smell
on my unwashed sheets -
I would wear them like a coat
if it meant I carried your scent,
I would wash them if it meant
I will see you again -
But most of all
I want this imprint to be,
an everlasting dent.

We are performers
And we cut all our feelings,
From the second take.