A Face without eyes,
A slow dance to a song without notes.
I’m Floating in space,
My love howls into silence
No smiles to be found down slippery slopes.

Oceans of sin,
I swim and i swim,
For fear of what lurks on the land.
Hold my hand in the dark,
We can live with one another,
as the storm fiercely greets golden sands.

Sideways, i smile at the moon in the night,
Its glare looms over my heart,
A bird with clipped wings falls cold on bleak wind,
And plummets..
right back to the start x x

I think that I thought forever was forever?
Seems you already knew,
that forevers happen never,  
I wish I could have read your mind x

How do we grow in the fires,
Burnt by an infinite flame,
Should I write my name in the ash…
As for now,
the past is the present,
Has the beginning become an eternity?

Yet as we grow,
and the roots creep deeper,
Will our orchard sway to these chants of affirmation,
glow in its broken mosaic,
Will our chants be heard,
Even at all..

Maybe when the first fruits fall..
They’ll Kiss the dew drenched grass quietly in the morning mist,
Maybe then our pain will catch a glimmer,
A fragrance,
A taste,
No more hunger for thunder,
No more names written in ash **

I searched for your love
Down the wishing well
Every last coin
All I was worth
Tossed
Invested in hope
You went from a symphony of white noise
To a plague of space in my heart
I was so thirsty for you
I guzzled you down
Tizzy and drunk on your silence
And for my thirst
It never did quench
Dry mouthed
And alone
I drowned in the idea of you x

Fatherless child,
Childless heart,
Childish mind,
Hopeless start,
Love is sore,
A Frightened chance,
Children at war,
Where hearts should dance **

Street lights hang,
Pavements patter,
Old whisky bars,
go ***** your chatter.
Life Story’s thrown around like bags of old noise,
in love with these strangers,
Where Men become boys.
Cash,
splashed,
Noses,
dashed,
Kicked down Dopamine doors,
Cigarettes curling the words on your breath,
Ignoring the morning,
The city is yours x

I’m dying to live,
But how?
I don’t even know what life is!
My idea of it made me worthless.

Thinking is a sandstorm!
Devouring all meaning.
Yet Sometimes,
In a brief moment,
I think
that I’m happy,
But
Happiness,
is a feeling,
not
a thought.

So I ask myself,
Do I really want to live?

If so,
then first
Maybe
I should find the courage,
    to let myself die **

She told me I was heartless
    Maybe she was right..

As I never had the heart to tell her
       That maybe
             She just never reached  it ❤️

She loved me so much,
I was spoon fed love,
With lips sewn shut.

Her words spun silk,
through a rusted cage of hanging hearts.

I saw her in the final scene of a movie I’d always been meaning to watch.

So I begged for her.
She came-
Holding planets and stars-
And in the blackness of our eclipse,
she then begged me to leave **

You found me washed up,
I’d fallen at sea,
Searching for an island,
I’d dreamt into being-
I was sure it was safe from all harm.

Half alive,
you dragged me up and into the dunes,
Began to resuscitate me,
with nothing else, but the sureness in your eyes.
My heart danced,
Yet my head stood still.

We tangled our threads,
I held your throat, with electric hands,
Wrapped up in our own special place,
You were my fire in the rain.

And as the fires roared,
Love soared,
So I jumped from my own skin,
With fear In my hands,
Strangled my self to death
Putting myself out,  
trampling upon the embers of us,

      With the same old boots i had worn before   you saved my life x x

You fought your timeless crusade
only in search of a point of surrender
To be eased of the mindlessness
Rid of your deepest qualms
You fought almost to the death
With an army of nothingness
with invisible soldiers
who’s bullets have torn you apart
You fought valiantly
for all that you already had x

A moon milky white,
tossed shimmers to the trees.

The branches danced modestly,
As the leaves then whispered to the breeze.

Clouds lined with silver look to be sketched out of ash,
As brashly strewn sequins dance on black glass! X

The lens through which you see the world is yours alone,
no one else sees exactly what you see,
Or how you see it,
Your universe is yours -no one else’s.

Be as beautiful as you like,
but don’t always expect the world to return the favour **

She’s distant,
still a thousand stars from a dream,
The hat keeps dropping
But her wits can’t see the person he’s being.

And with a heart break she wanders back,
She pleads with his silence,
Leaving her senses,
In love with the lies that were making her crack.

She’s given herself,  
She’s fallen apart,
Addicted to chaos and turbulent starts.

Sometimes she’d just lay with her head on his chest,
Watch the sky to the beat of his heart,
She’d gaze and she’d wonder if she’d given her best,
Or if her love was a piece of lost art.

And the mayhem consumed her,
She fought, and she bled,
For a dream that was left to a place in her head,
She’s a lover,
A giver,
She’s wild at heart,
On a quest that led her right back to the start x

Was it youth that was lost?

       Or just the body got older

  As this child is still running riot!

Will your world finally return to you,
once you cry out into an empty space loud enough?

Will you allow the frayed threads of your voice
not to be drowned out by the patter of self doubt?

Could its chance to be heard
only exist
in your own terrified silence ? X

She looked back upon her life,
  Through the hollow case of a silver bullet,  
Fired through a room that never grew.

If she’d followed her heart,
Would the violence of her pistol calmly smoke?
Or is it eternally cocked back,
    Forever ready to fire.

She spoke loudly of her mountains peak,
   Yet failed to admire it’s view,
      its paths surely made her bleed,  
   But did its landslides build her a shelter for hope ? **

My love bled for hers,
From Somewhere deep,
yet nowhere found!
And now all that’s left,
A child stood brandishing swords,
Defending his beaten heart,
Giving us a breath in the space we never wanted.
I always loved her
But my greatest fear,
What if she loved me?
Truly!
Then where would I run?

Deep in the bowels of my pulsing heart there is winter,
A derelict house without doors,
A photograph battered and stained.

My fists grip thistles as I fear these tepid reaches of peace,
clutching at the last thrown thread.
But as the dead wind meekly blows I hear your voice,
I see you,
Your hands look weathered but your eyes true,
always true.
For a brief moment you’re here, and in this moment I’m free.

I crave your warm fluid love,
At war with your absence I balance on sharpened edges.
For In this winter your fire still burns,
And in this jailhouse of grief I will await my release,
To come and search the heavens to find you.

I long for your nostalgic scent,
Like the pine needles in the forest,
Like the bluebells in spring,
Your smile turns rock to rubble,
Your presence is my shelter,
The flame in my deepest winter **

For mum ❤️

I tripped over you yesterday,
The floor became lost,
The sky’s became dark as you spoke of your qualms,
In the night your love was tossed.

I cared for you so much that I fell in my sleep,
Down a well of pity I cried for your wellbeing,
I worried the moon with my midnight shaking of fists.

Ive prayed for your safety,
I know you play in the drain,
Ill still care for your heart forever,
However much you smirk at the pain.

Tho you scream in the hall,
Ill still care for your noise,
But from distance,  
in all of my love **