Red on glass tells ruby stories
of fire fanning a glow flame
as the embers evoke the dame

The flow of ice on winter strolls
sailed on clouds of fled dreams
spaces where a lover lend a kiss

Red wine wins the dance floor
on corners of critical observation
where pawns seek prices to devour

The flow of songs on a fantasy bed
Tounging words and rounding rods
Below the confetti bursted blessing

Let's fade in the arm of the clock
as we face the turn of the seconds
whilst leaning towards the hour

Let's wade the confused lock
flaming the haze of the beyonds
whilst painting the tame tour

Let's walk back along the block
shaming decades of the found
whilst strumming the colours

Let's dance at the day's bedrock
tantalise with the sunshine bond
whilst the moonlight... devours

I breathe once again, under the blanket
when I write half words, half terms
on the bed I make love to myself
touching every curve as I flow
under the melody, the apple of me

I breathe giving my best,keeping traces
when I write half words, half terms
affixed to the posts as white flags
of surrender and meandering forevers
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath rising up again, feeding vultures
when I write half words, half terms
in deeper papers thrown in ocean floors
where sharks sails and penguins tilts
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath at last on the rights of the heavens
when I write half words, half terms
hiding the phrases that races,the poetic pace
feeling the wonders of rightenouness
under the melody, the apple of me

It was a wild night,
I left the cocoon
and peeped the moon
and it's soaked con

In the seas of unknown
in your utter flutter
just another matter
on a confusion platter

I walked this road before
where fears eats the brain
and line fillers are a grain
of a down graded train

See that woman taken by the wind
blown in the skies without a lover
nor promises to uncover her darkness
her nights are covered by the moon
As it wanes she wades on her bed
caressed in a lonely love affair of own
arrested in an unbearable burn of lust
stressed by blowing ******* of unwon
she tries to chase the butterfly in the dark
as the glow promises the line of lovers
her laughter is an echoey paste aced
See that woman taken by the winds

*Hold her hand and just chase her

When every night becomes a lullaby
On the trail down the trended woods
under the conifer tree that withers
euphoria overlooks inside the trance
a transverse of the crossed distance

When summer surrenders at the eclipse
and the embers of your light ignite
I feel your breathe nearer, closer to thee
where our souls speak and puts the world to rest
lost under the treasures of undiscovered seas

These days I stay at the same point
drenched, lost in the subsidized slide
Searching your heart ohh my love
the whispers burnt out in the cold
together with unsaid words and mysteries

Let's go inside the vast seas
The depths of a gory yesterday
It pierces with undiluted questions
A pestering, such a continental drag
virtual pondering and remissions
Let it drown through currented waves

Let it collapse inside the dungeon
The darkness of grouping grills
The burning and frequent night chills
A ******, the convienient injustice
Ritualistic happenings and missions
Let it fade in the unseen tunnels

Let it sail with the titanic ship
The ripple of calming broken hearts
The undone meanings and circumstance
Shattered chances, the unplanned farewell
Mutual derailment, downs, loniliness
Let it drown in the dense lost shores

The yacht rest at the sail of ails
flowing through the eastward rails
where Ophelia scare is a wicked frail
sweeping remnants of an eroded fail
upon the trenches of the unseen trials
holding a crystal ball, citing dreams
dragging phantoms inside tomb scares
covered by the limit of the stormy sears
inside the cagy offenses in lonely pairs
burning in fiercely lightened fire-patch
where the smoky wind hides in a hatch
sewing signs of the end upon the latch
as the sun shines on a mountain's watch*
the nature calls and the songbirds awake
telling tale of a harvest and seasons of ale
where celebrations are a festival of praise
of laughter and melodies of ******* rale
upon the waters where the fishermen size
evaluating the worth of their rightful seize
inside the nets of worth where darkness lite
*beyond strength of the tuned rhythmic price

The green eucalyptus were in array
as I walked at the edge of the earth
consumed in the midst of the unknown
or was it just a figurative forced mist
illusioned on pictures in depths of mine
whilst the sun rays shone light
through these windows into my withins
and my eyelids were steady in the middle
at the centre where all the spirits awashed
and life vanished like an uncertain rainbow


Yet I was so young at heart, unable to see
and looking back, I can’t seem to understand
or even hold tight to that mystery angel
the one that brought me to the city of the sun
in another time, after another rapture
where psalms whispered of an eternity
and sonnets were effervescence and marginalised
and the questions were sought and internalised
and happiness became the solid I consumed
at the heart of paradise where it all fades

Come yee symphonies arise to the skies
above the sun each holding to the other
Let me just follow merry and nourished
hoping to be tangled in the lost rhythms of the sun

In the solemn silence of a night
insomnia sets and hold a hand
tears flow into a torrential waterfall
memories erode and load eventfully

Bitter drops, the emotional elope
enveloped to the uncollected past
one that pats with no relieve and closure
such a long, lonely and unspent night

The gut perforates and intuition collates
Yet it's time to leave the ship and it's heat
reform to seed, form to proceed
as the emotion tangles and rumbles

At the streams of the midnight dreams
sorrows of lonely souls were arrowed
to bleed the course of turbulent rivers
to breed in the unseen spaces of hope
on aisles where moon burns the sun
and the rays streams beautiful pain
of euphoric breeze and fitful blush
Insides the clouded bed in the skies
the ecstasy of hair strokes and strums
drums that haunt and roll their hunt
as the light shows up in the darkest
scenes of fed smiles and created kisses  
At the dreams of the midnight streams

Somedays I wrote words
but letters slipped away
lost beyond my grip
reaching and fetching

Somedays I wrote words
then shoved them away
uncased under the bed
searching and vexing

Somedays I wrote words
letting emotions prevail
as the cord strangled  
levelling and curling

Somedays I wrote words
presented with numbers
joints of joy and peace
trespassing and pleading

Somedays I wrote words
as a moniker hiding phases
a face on my lost arms
materialising, internalising

Somedays I wrote words
of a deep reflective past
and a sickening existence
passing days, pressing mazes

Today I don't want to hide
neither compartmentalise
nor capitalise the future
It's all the now, the me

People live everyday
casing sirens of the past
piling a sequenced future
finding love that responds

People live everyday
jollying of the eventualities
forecasting the unseen pastures
surpassing pain and it's entities

Since a toddler I died
a death so painful and suppressing
in dark tunnels with flashing lights
beckoning me to walk on thorny paths

On those young years
a death that tortured the flesh for so long
striking spirit , piking, mimicking
strolling the soul , peaking,panicking

These days I don't even exist
I wake up a slave and merry in limits
wondering what they found on earth
hunting and making exits here and there

The night calms down
As the traffic lights die
the flashes deafens
threats of the unjust

Here we are again
holding hand
reaching terms
exchanging hearts

Sorry my sweet darling
for killing you
even when suffering
sacrificed our pure love

The night calms down
and I will make you up
in astral zones were we met
cruising above the thunder and storms

When it’s time to recover
I knew all things I never had
When it’s time to discover
I knew as sun sooth all I ever had

Open roads, easing pathways
As we stroll in sequence
Open casts, breathing pasts
As we roll in freeways
But I know I got to hold my all
To grow and light a vessel
But I know I got to hold my all
To sow the seeds as I wrestle

Clapping sounds, easing pathways
As unrolled from rapids
open crash,moving pasts
As we roll in freeways
But I know I got to hold my all
To grow and light a vessel
But I know I got to hold my all
To sow the seeds as I wrestle

As time is not as it seems
Count the clock look beyond
You will see
As  life is not as it seem
Lift the veil look beyond
You will see

Blood spurts on the corners of streets
where life and building are unchanged
blue veins on the reign of promises

The bricks and blasts of remnant blocks
where breaths are evaporated in tunnels
and arteries tied as a glorified organism

The town of utter destruction and war
Where teams are unruly and predictory
On sips of summer and tips of winter

Join the choir that whistles the mass
away from the gory undignified ring
to the summits of victorious pleasure

Sparking glancing hints
reaped day after day
I forgot all moments
they don’t rest on my mind
nor do I find darker places
to rest my wandering mind
I can’t  race to forever hide
Many years we were absent
you held pinning the dolls
till the emotional wheel raptured
capturing all the traces of pain
as the torrential rain fully cascaded
into a stormy sorrowful existence
Yet this was love as I knew it
forever lost in an evil tribe
turned and tossed, run and mashed
crushed until the bones mill to dust
Love tells a lot of lonely tales
turning taps of unruly submission
and my soul was suctioned into a vacuum
one truly mistaken for enlightenment
and life became like a fainted bloom
one of despair and irreparable
My blood knew it and it rejected
every trace of corrupted selfishness
My skin knew it and it was tormented
in every path it lay to rest

I met the devil at his table
and it's true what they say
He wears Prada and makes a toast
We got drunken, the liquor flowed
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are the slaves of time

I met the devil at his table
and I don't doubt his mist
of sour recognition of time
We just merried, but as seconds coiled
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is a heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are slaves of time

Wake up, Wake up
Take up, Take up
Rise up, Rise up
the battle is yours

I open the window as often does
as the bronzy blinds fall on the sill
the sun still hiding under the clouds
At 0809 simmers of its hope pride
riding through the cases of my soul
calling on the winter brimming sun rays
lighted with love and pure remedy of life
dreams come to glare with kaleidoscopes hues
rainbows of chakras aligning deeply
as the gaze follows on, two suns stands
halos of two celestial giants bright as ever
one follows on the other, smiling on
Is Planet X closely approaching earth?
those sequence of the Nibiru cataclysm
conspiracies of eventual near miss
or collisions of the Sumerian mythology
presently pulling shifts on the flat earth
ever questioning the mass extinctions
and all the hidden truths as we snooze in routines

Foot steps upon the height of a hill
a mole down a lane in just a mile
as I escape in the dense of the night
with each step traced close to yours

If the midline was a graced venture
would the sparkle fade and frown?
would the lonely rainy day awash?
would the wonder grow in thunder?

As the shadow get displaced in hues
supposedly trapped inside neat seams each a fixture of unknown secrets
set in unfounded, yet searchable folds

If such a time comes, my dearest
My embrace will be coat you wear
all the words of this love will live
and carry us home to our bed

Strange birds roaming in grime
aligned to the ghosted tribes
sensualised in sensibility rites
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
in a petty embellished unheard world
of lathered tenders and searches
tamed and tanned, turned and timed
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on remnants of all there ever was
unloved in circus of undone pasts
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
evolved in an enlightenment trance
in hallways with all the little ghosts
Stroked and shocked, shamed and shunned
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on a heart where no love exists
lying tethered fields of the other side  
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
whilst perfectly creating a symphony
of all the beauty that lives and exists
wrapped and warped, wounded and wasted
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

The silent strike of a summer breeze
escapes the night of corrupt signage
Supine modes of concrete repose
as men of ages corrupt and distract
Upon the mist of the morning dew
where a new day contrasts another
and the meaning to all of this uncovers
On blocks of melodies, locks of promises
as memory mocks and knocks maximises
Life takes turn on the unseen bends
and the obstacles become comforts
like dreams so attainable but deniable
like a river stream with a peaceful flow
cleared of storms and eventful rage
holding on the beauty of this life
where skies light and sparkle existence
and the true love within sing melodies
filled with laughter and abundance
of the unseen mystery in the human form

(Excited and inspired by existence, self love and all the beauty that humanity shines through)

I tried to find the words
some structure and form
but they rush in hush
meandering corridors
awaiting a sacrifice

No one ever knows here
so we arouse in robotic form
souls in distaste harbouring
meandering never wondering
as curiosity jumps off windows

I tried to find my heart
some love, fortune and laughter
but they rush in hush
pacing the lost destinies
awaiting a revision

There are no houses here
just hills with billabongs
sheep raiding pastures
each contained to its own
and the greeness of the valley
is submerged within my being
bearing the streams from the sun

There are trees smiling
attired in greeness and sheen
whilst others are withered
unbranched, unclothed, branded
each to its own paradise
unaware of the other’s existence
reserved in framed ponds

Thoughts to Cootamundra
where reasons are sacrificed
and the words muted are said
and each passageway is a memory
that reforms my tapestry
awaiting the hushed winter winds
at the heart of the autumn breeze

As the music tantalises
something tricks the wick of my mind
through the pattern of the eruptive wind
besides the reeds of the adventure
in the swampy zones where I find the way
hiding the inner soul as peace partakes

As the sunshine gazes
the outer lights seems a hundred years
unreachable yet so lovely and visible
there is a pinch of it that never disappears
and it tears all the skin to the kins of bones
depths with the unpenetratable glass

The loneliness is so tasteful
away from any eventful unsteadiness
it scratches the ledge of the window sill
hoping to leap and fly to it’s freedom
and it’s shattered state is a sacrifice
unable to find it’s way home

I am joyful of the sun
the way it burns my skin
I am joyful of the sun

I am sincere to the rain
the way it pounds the ground
I am sincere to the rain

I am unbroken by the wind
the way it whispers to me
I am unbroken by the wind

I am longing for our days
the many months unchanged
within the drag of the time*
absent when I am present
phone calls when I vanish
I wish your shadow is here
tangible on sky drops closure
as the darkest night sneak
I am longing for our days

I am lost within myself
in the desert of retreat
I am lost within myself

I have searched for a hand
in the midst of the wrinkles
I have searched for a hand

I have guessed all your words
in the crease of your shirt
I have guessed all your words

I hope you spread your wings
soar to all ends of the world
and if destiny strikes just go
dream without any regret
slip in the moments of life
sweet fortunes of the now
be the happiest form of you
as my phantom slips in space
*I hope you spread your wings

He brought all the nuances of pain
those that scratch the bottomless pit
and I still love his vain coldness
one that unsettles and rumbles
with icicles that bursts to iced pebbles
and the space between the ridges
turned to hours, hours to days
and the silence became a punishment
as if banished to feel the pace of another
and how I saw his veins lay unsettled
splitting the tensions of the rotating clock
as if to utter some words and remedies
as if to narrate sonnets of the longing peace
but every warmness was ignored
and the tenderness was destroyed
until love became a wrestling field
of unjust manipulation and control
and the playfulness withered
right at the corner of where we played
making those magical connections
of the energetic pull and push
and his essence made me die again
lost in the woods of the sweet dreams
and now we bid,lonely and unwanted
growing yet another notch unknotted

The sun is so bright it blinds
at the hold of the sparks
spirals of unhindered rays
an approach from a distance
as the silence strikes and deafen
flames twists around the fire
tales sinks above the sails
the nature of elusive days
dances inside timid rhythms
at the heart of platformed frills
where the waters remained untouched
and the waves melodiously escape
as if nothing ever exists and persists
inside reformed crumbles of progress
and linear patterns of everyday living
where babies are born every hour
and at the same time a soul escapes
Such a world of the lost and found
the disused  stones of misused digress
As the sun brightens and enlivens

She was dragged in a world unknown to her
a cold state of affairs, where raids faired
as the sails scattered her into deep seas
where her scarred elbows remain affixed
giving way to her erratic misunderstood tongue

She was drugged in a demonic contoured pond
pinned and trodden on hills vast
by and by, she pulled from the mire
unclouded and in great disbelief
as she sat on the wealth of found hope

She is cautious but yet open and forgiving
as she watches the world become a jungle
a playfield of where the good balances bad
such a tainted state of existence irrefutable
such a fainted slate of being inexcusable

Sometimes when the world is closing in
to unparalleled dimensions and yesterday's
those flaws that crawl and pawn
as if held by an unresistable crab
unable to surface and breath above the waters

The other day stone cold ice consumed me
unable to escape the frosty breath
frozen in a mass of unbroken lakes
uncharmed, controlled by unmoved currents
dellusioned in an inescapable summount

Somedays the ways of the world are unquestioned
overshadowed by an adornment of selfishness
coloured in hues of  spotlighted web
tangled by eroded days of the week
facing changes as an inferno of chaos

Dear one,
Another day has come and nearly gone. Yet my body is lighted, pledging for an embrace.….. that laughter. I picture your soul so vividly, It's hues are unconcealed and vulnerable. There was a time I lost you in the horizons that surmounts all. What if? I gather courage and all there is and make that move. Will I be stumbled or murmured on. It's not that I can't do it, I truly do. However, I cant gauge your standoffish insight. Or is it my mere misinterpretation of what is felt and unseen.

You are ethereal, an old soul of some sorts. There is a time in the olden days when all seemed to be sure. When the world was on our side. Far beyond any topography and race, none of those expectations bore it. At times when my soul calls and recalls you, you seem to stand in front of me. How I wish you could read these words. See my sincere thoughts deep within, those that like words that echo in the deepest forest range. Those that look like all the beauty that you bear.


If there were April rains, I would stand there with you and awash the whole I bear. If there were three words then I will say " I love you". So when the night draws and the moon winds as it wanes. Look up to the stars and see your form embodied in there. Only there I will be, finding my way in the dark to you. At the mid point of it all, our electric essences will uniform. As always, as we do in another dimension. How I wish you could recall and find my way to me dear one. I will write until you find your way to me.


Yours,
J

He leads me to dreamscapes of fairlytale
where he showers me at the rock of paradise
with brimful whispers of passion and lust

He is unforgettable in hues and form
though his picture is faded and erased
still we fly and kiss on eventful skies

He is unlovable and elusively curious
the way he comouflages on shaven grass
shielded and parallel in the tinge of a glow

He amuses the sand dunes as they gather
Yet it's him that speaketh like I does
The dearly one in fear of love and adventure

My heart is closed and latched
It's never broody neither dreamy
Some days I know it will never
smell the roses of lust and love
or bury under the feisty seas

When the sun sets and its rays rest
stinging the core of my starry eyes
the visions of yesterday just poison
settling in an abyss of volcanic ash
the smell of another is a lost rhyme

When the moon bestows it's crown
time passes as a burning mad mass
counting all the lost years, one by one
falling effortlessly in scars of betrayal
and echoes of the gone skylines

Inspiration flows from the veins
reigns where once there were
dynasties, a destiny and the mystery
roads of the unhidden remissions

On the bed of roses, lies the beauty
a shine of unspotted fading gestures
Tilted metaphoric of synched moments
strolling on the myth of an autumn day

The glow of a heart that lights oceans
shimmering the waves of bluey strokes
those glistering movements of the untold
harvesting the arise of the siren responses

Smile lovely one, show the shimmer burn
like a fierce cupid aiming the toward arrows
of parallel sequences of the hot and the fire
the flame of unhidden kindles and twinkles

As the Caledonian pines unwind on a terrain
willed on the essence of a tantalizing dance
the echoes and the heckles of burnt seals
astounding the strength of another length

Last night, the time stopped and I ceased
sat on a log of peace minced in ventures
of lessons and visions, reasons and treasons
as the clock struck and the lock was undone

On the fervent course of roads walked before
as voices and hymns mashed within the storm
building mansions upon the diffused seasons
where life remains unbroken by bonded souls

Such a sunny day unshielded from rain
and I have so many spent days alone
whispering to cornered phantoms
some of ago, others taunt and appease
to melodies of utter bitter sweets
If I could turn the clocks back I would
walk back to that perfected day
standing right there beside you
but love is not unconditional
and many people die drowned in it
trying in resolutions to make it work
and you could never fight for me
neither stand up shielded in misery
and my heart is ice cold and frozen
unable to feel, digressed from love
because in my eyes, it’s a waste of time
and my soul cries with an incurable ail
as if hit with a nail,unbailed a thousand times
deep within I stand as an unpolished iron
rusted and collected in sediments
ores of amber slime tapped as a ****
but the loathe on your skin tells it all
and all I wanted is to be better friends
but in your eyes, all is faint and insecure
and the cyclones of the past outweigh the present

The skin matted on ebony surfaces
with exotic sleek and silk
slowed with gestures of pleasure
as it's summoned with prejudice
as if a sermon  for the caviler
her taste of melanin
uncovers the beauty beneath
as the rise of her sound is silenced
she fights and redeems her ivory
her womb of linoleum complex
as if a puzzle delicate and challenging
yet in her eyes has seen it all
and her ears blabbered with insults
vile terms, expectations and consideration
unappreciated by its own seed
and then placed in a corner
ohh that palace of malice unconquered
exploited, discriminated and disused  
watch her rise in the lens of her mind
as she bears the weight of the world

The dawn awakes to see the light
and realisations simmers deeply
that his heart and soul is another
tis time to fly and forget the legion

At the table where sacrifice is evasive
and conditions are a brew that rise
I evade this physical form and levitate
tis time to fly and forget the legion

All I wish is to never see his face again
to evade his shadows and meander
escape to the valleys that welcome me
tis time to fly and forget the legion

All the faults I adorned to myself dissapear
Farewell dreams silence the lullabies
calculated in fractions and rejection
this time to fly and forget the legion

We stand here in a place of serenity
my soul and I holding hands
laughing at the dire deep moments
rushed trances we fought to forge
deep trenches crouched to the gorge

Yet this light within was always there
forgotten, shunned and misunderstood
let’s hope that this slow dance lasts forever
a sacrifice at the heart of this existence
where an overflow subsides an abundance

Yet gravity was all we could ever see
pushing us back in opposite gradients
and our hands were not able to touch
and the chains that held us were unlocked
bonded to the core, our clayed fragility

We stand here sharing a kiss forever
endorsed in our never ending sentiments
alone in this spectacular autumn night
underneath it all you are a part of me
a colour event radiating all my life

Turn around as the moments pause
as fullstops escape a rooted fool
watching the admiration melt
those words that flow to silence
from a ****** to the verified meanders
every time now and again the bitter taste
acclimatise the altitude of my brains
far beyond any bearable responses
of the tiny tiny teases and leases

The rope is stricken in handheld tickets
roaring as the rocket of emotions pocket
sirens picket setting the rotten resistance
one that is quieter than the quiet quoted
as the phrases evaporate in misty clouds
remnants of sweetness decant unknown
the pace slows and the taste envenom
painting the blues in a pungent smile

At the end of the world
Overlooking the atlas
where the ice fells
and snow treks

kissing under the stars
the crescent moon
smiles on the icecles
another born dreams

watching sea lions
mother seedlings
as they prowl in islands
owning the sea and life

sailing on the beagle channel
drowned by the Les Eclaireurs
such a red prey on the sea
lighting the penguin walk

Darling you are a marvel
even we haven’t met
I get to my bed once again
where I roll from corner to corner
unfounded, formed and failed
It’s been a long tiring day
hoping planes, halting parades
scanned, stretched, stitched

One day as we hide
we’ll gaze on each others eyes
and if it’s never guaranteed
we shall love desperately
unsaid, sang and sunk
separate as we are, aiming hands
admiring the threads of our veins
declared, undivided and direct

Lost deep in that smile of yours
that one that tell mysteries
at the depth of my third eye
even in my profound shyness
I have seen you so many times before
Zooming in and out, as if near
like a beat that is serrated
cutting deep the resonance

Hail the Northern trench
filled with finesse and nests
bore of beauty and wonders
mists of bold and flooded folds
no gold to fix on tables premier
just molded plentiful mischieve
raiding from shore to shore
parading from island to Island
as they hold a beautiful damsel
elegant but daring and fairing

Hail the Southern trench
filled with tonnes of gold
bore of abundance and riches
flowing with enormous generosity
the widowed prince never lacking
accoladed with titles and mantles
will he find her worthy of love
as she is escorted on raided forests
made with trees and frosted peaks
as the rattling breeze fade in silence*

to be continued.......

Seasons come and goes, as rains perforates
Over the thunder and torrential
creeps
abounding a thousand miles and paths
variable stories of the lost in life and love

She found him until the old age struck
now she is lost in the dark gloomy rooms
enclosed in foreign memories and melodies
of when the lights faded and ceased

I found her clipping all stricken wings
footing the floating broken nest
uncontent to move from how it was
enclosed and supposedly destroyed

She sells true love and its mystery
Ohh how I never believe in fairlytales
Or go to the strange places where it hides
Is it true that love can be so special?

Islets of a many lets venting
cuts inside tented lightening
Of ghosts that rent with zest
Fading in and out as injusticed
On the path of lonely strokes
above the unseen finds and tides
The very many divergent corners
Of hearts painted with uncare
Rotten on acres of reality sink
above manners of the uncare
On field of an imagination trip
where I need to juggle young
Under the millions stars and starts
the change tracks and rotten traps
as the seconds on the clock ticks
as the steam rises above the reefs
Of an advent and beautific ripples

**** you emotions,
go and wear the beige coat
then vanish in the blue skies

**** you emotions,
let me wear the red dress
adorned with lust and plenty

**** you emotions,
I resent the melancholy taste
as I try to pace up the edge

**** you emotions,
I love life and it's pleasantries
but loneliness is a shrug on my back

I no longer feel any pain
or even endure any loss
I was rejected by forces
no strings of expression

I am not blunt, nor dead
inside the isolation zone
I learnt to exist alone
on built stone edges*

I am not hurt in nothings
as I felt all these long ago
I am alive only as a soul tale
of vanity and ****** naivety

I wish I didn't hear the whisper
as a birth of angelic sounds rang
It was half past noon, the voice
*of alarm and confused premonitions

There was a time that I was unfilled
searched and dropped in an ocean*
in the deep water the last hope lost
bombs exploded and shells bursted
the whole of me was decanted
a remnant that seems muted
but one that's alive and lasting

There was a time that I was waiting
to be seen, loved, deserved and adored
like the lentil sat in the water to sprout
and the state withered, lowly swallowed
the brokenness of it ached, stakes gone
the bets were a loss drained on the grounds
as the escalator crept it's way up

There is moment in the present day
where the awoken me is a desire
a goal to believe within my depths
touching the instincts and procures
not hurt and not wanting to believe
neither relying on the adoration to sate
*as the state of lone licked all the tears

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I hear the black bird sing
such a vague song of resonance
moving far beyond the island
abandoned meteors
explorable demeanour
the unsolvable perimeter
permeable centimeters
such a rant on a cold winter

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I sense the herd of the sheep flock
such a surmountable collusion
moving up the high mountains
applauded exposure
explainable composure
the simultaneous apprehension
such a rant o a cold winter

She stands like a dame
bold with a subtle masculinity
her ties are with traces of time
each knotted with perfection

Once she lived in the countryside
driven by the fairytales of Paris
the melodious stance of the Effiel tower
doubled up with a forthright society

She drowned in pain, those blood tears
as her husband bedded the prostitutes
and dwindled the cash and advances
still they all threw themselves on him

She died a little each an everyday
until her affection for men truly died
and her fierly attention for women
summoned the unending flickering light