As we ride through the tide
of the ever increasing us.
It quickly becomes clear,
that the dead aren't the
only one's who died.

Living in those strange hours,
between each tick and tock.
Melting the moment's
from the clock.

A wakeful sleep,
all passes by.
Ideas appear,
then slide away.
Maybe they fell
below the bed
on which I lay?

Turning those strange hours,
around my mind.
Looking for the ideas
I never find.

Bring me to heel

Task me to feel that crushing sensation

Oblige me to love you in my defeat

Your clutch at my heart

lift me from my feet


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


What are bruises

Compared to the passing of time

Love learns the hurt hurt leads love

I'll be your haunted woman

As you look from above


My heart leads me to feel

The passion in the rough

And I fall

Head under heel in love


Crush me baby

The waiting isn't thrilling me

Just release me from my expectation

A cruel word or a cut n' bruise

Love versus pains elation


I once knew tender love

Touch and kiss

A glimmer of the past

Lost and missed

Pain is not just reality

It IS me

the daylight was fraying at the edges
as each page burned brightly in her hand
walking too fast for her feet to meet pavement
slabs with a regular beat
she stumbled and spilt the words on to the ground
“not” landed next to “now”
“love” to a distant “desire”
“loss” laying with “aspire”
all her words scattered
not saying a sound

everyone saw
everyone knew
each shining you
to each shinning you

The words were fraying at the edges
as she scurried and grasped them in her hand
heart beating too fast for the seconds to
keep a clear count
They stuck to her hands with all the sweat and hurry
“look” next to “up”
“love” to a near “desire”
“loss” laying with “aspire”
all the words she scattered
in her worry

And she saw
and she knew
that shinning you
to shinning you

his shadow was firm at the edges
as he knelt to help collect words in his hand
exchanging silent glances as words flow
through their hands
while their fingers shuffled and danced away
“yes” next to “yes”
“love” is true “desire”
“heart” sleeps with “fire”
no words can match what
a look can say

Then they were
him and her
both shining you
to shining you

My pet theory goes running in the yard.
with it's, “is this what it is or something else?”
And self imagined self imagining
another's imaginary me.
Questions of will this be as it should,
or as it will be?
Tips it's head to one side in confusion;
then raises a leg n' does a ***.

My pet theory loves to go chasing  cars.
With it's “is what ever we have what we deserve?”
Blaming the other for the others need
while praising the “I” over all others.
Questions of are all creeds ,species
and kin truly brothers?
Tears the bumper from car;
Runs of to place it with the others.

My pet thero.... Oh, it's just
gone and laid a nice big
steaming pile of pretence
on the kitchen floor.
I don't want this pet theory Any more!

© 2016 Greg

As we ride through the tide
of the ever increasing us.
It quickly becomes clear,
that the dead aren't the
only one's who died.

Everyone a wit by meme's viral decree.
In a world filled with obnoxious
visual flourish.
Visions of you for you,
and me for me.
Scream out form each
personal singularity.
in this word weary world.

We all learnt to love ourself,
but forgot how to love anyone else.
We're a mirror reflecting itself.