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Hugh Lovzewe Dec 2012
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we died
you and I
parted
for eternal isolation
within an abyss
of never
a thought vacuum
numb
sterile
if only
we
could know this
together
it would be bliss
Hugh Lovzewe Dec 2010
In the last of the light

she stays

a million, glimmering

in the galaxy of her deepest blue

and through this night

caressed by cloud

and yet to come

the silver line of a tear

as we say goodnight
Hugh Lovzewe Jun 2017
The gallery is closing now
but Monet has only begun to seep in
dripping through my imagination
one colour, countless tones
a blue myriad crystallised
his world breathe to life, the essence distilled
harmonised and something that binds it all
in eternal stillness
content, accepting of all things
its own being, its own passing

I do not exist there yet
but winter's tingling freshness tastes me
swallows me through pores, filling me
with a thirst to drink more deeply
more deeply, more . . . the chill
the only movement, silence
foot-stepping in the  sunlit snow
of blinding light. On the right
cocooned, two feet deep, a cottage
its cosy creaking darkness hibernates
no smoke from the chimney
but perhaps a fire built, split logs waiting
for a spark to release their stores of sun

“The gallery is closing!” the guard says
him and I the only ones?
I take my bag, glancing at the painting…
there in the mountains
I think someone is coming down,
coming home, they will be cold and hungry
wanting to be home by nightfall…
but for now they drink deeply
up in the blue light.
Hugh Lovzewe Sep 2010
It's love

for the love of love

Are you a crazy love woman

skivvy to the scourge of happiness

that jealous sister of  hatred

who keeps herself

who gives herself

for the love of love.

Well, you've been had

it's the epic travesty

our nature, corseted

into words and sermons

contorted to fit more moral mouths

than mine. ******* moralist hypocrites.

I'l show you love

when I shove that love

where the sun don't shine.

Always thinking of you

Happy Valentines.
Copyright, what a load.
Hugh Lovzewe Mar 2012
barflies brood

the dank light

the annoying drunk mutters on

swipes the drool

"no one listens anymore"

I don't care enough

to rattle my pocket

for his troubles

or I'd break his gob

that slurs a child

"*******"

just for something to do
Hugh Lovzewe Mar 2012
Now and then the thought occurs
That I should get away
But no,  it's not this place I'd flee
it's me, the one who fails.
As if some thousand miles could free
my being from my soul.
Yet something yearns within me now
Whether wrong or right
To bury past and present here
And be gone into the night
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
rising wind
the harvester leaves
a quiet cornfield
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
haikus
sheeps and cattles
eating grassesss
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
The bankers' sliced into the bunker

Now it's the grunts who will pay for the blunder

So don't speak of fairness

For I couldn't  care less

And the dish ran away with the spoon
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap
Hugh Lovzewe Jun 2012
the groggy ache
it wakes
too
.
some part of the city

can't remember how
or how i got,
or passing out
.
where
was
where
am
.
.
.
just
lie
a
while
maybe
the nothing
will fill out
.
think I'm blind until
my eyes are looking into me

I look as far as i can look back

it's too starless a night

for wearing sunglasses
.
nevermind
.
.
.
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
Shush !

no more words

my love
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
Is it a dream to you? It is, for me.

Some days are dreams I've had before.

These "replays" are the memories

of my else-self, aged and haunted by today.

****, how depressing.

Can't I re play, and win this time ?

No. It's not a game-can't win or lose a dream.

But what about me , if this is MY dream

shouldn't I be something more,

a hero, a leader?

Umm, true, if this was just my dream

I would be SOMEONE GREAT & good (what a fool).

This must be someone else's dream.

I DON'T EXIST ?

No, it is a dream and I am part-

a part apart of everything for all eternity.

(more "one with the universe" *****)

I do feel it and it's beautiful

but it hurts me too, in the distance is loneliness.

See the distance between the is and the was

of the second-hand of this clock

This is me, and all there ever was and ever will be

flows from and into me

Life is a dream, death is a dream

Eternity is a dream

Still,

Some day, I wish I would wake-up.
Work in progress. Critical comments welcomed. As for insults and generally non-constructive comments,  go on so :P I am a thick-skinned duck ..

QUACK!
Hugh Lovzewe Mar 2011
I push her down

lightly

with my lips

her response

a harder push

pulls me in

it barely hurt

to be a man

to be a woman

I feel her implore

flow into me

lost worlds of words

forget their lovely lies

like film star lines

just that first time
Hugh Lovzewe Oct 2010
I would be a better god
than this god
I can rule her out completely
were I your god
I would not rest
even on her Sunday roasts, "no fricken way"
there would be no commandments
no sacrifice of your children
no denial of self
no crusades of hatred
no hypocrisy
no eternal damnation

So for the love of god

dethrone this tyrant

free yourselves you ******* idots

I am your man dogg, not her

or ******* Her, or whoever THE **** was ******* her...!

Meh!

As you can see I'm passionate about this

and I don't mince my meat sometimes

but **** we're all sick it

*******,

Let me be your crutch in hard times

but be stronger quick,

cause I got better **** to be doing

Thanks for your vote

and hey girls

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