Biting my pen:
At least it doesn't bleed,
When I get too eager...
Unlike my finger.

There seems to be no where out of this
Confusing state of mind.
Everywhere I go,
I feel like I've left you behind...
You feel so right to me,
Your beauty makes me blind
To the looming negativities
That are there for me to find...
On and on I wish it could go.
'Til our bodies are pulsating.
Senses racing,
Eyes fixating,
Upon each other...
And then embracing,
Holding tight...
Kiss, lick, kiss, lick;
On and on into the night.

Ongoing internal questioning
Enhances the mind's strenghtening
Through purposefully lessening
The certainty of what's inside.
Mountais of unexpressed views
Hidden beneath what's first known
Produces knowledge to be sewn
As never ending seas of stuff are grown
And swell up... deep inside.

Entire scenarios mounted upon paper
The meanings disguised;
Except to those who share
The memories.

Moons packed away into darkness;
The realisatoin of the future
Begins to dawn -
But the past never dies.

Life bundled into plastic bin liners
As the peculiar feeling arises:
Of being plucked from the bunch...
As we say our last goodbyes.

Candle light and ash collecting
Eyes half open, mind reflecting:
In with the new, out with the old.
Start listening, do as you're told...
Open as many doors, but never forget:
How to firmly shut and never regret,
The way you choose to live our life
As wherever you look there are those in strife.

The ember flickers a fusion of oranges and greys

The whisps emerge and the cherry thickens

Each tap produces a new layer of solid mist to ignite.

As throat tickles; mood soars

The evil once more becomes the saviour

Those ignorant: minds full of opaque sins;

As still the mind excells in mysted conditions.

Why is he riding his bike

Around the tracks of my path?

Cycles keep turning as tides bring waves,

But still the wheels creek.

He’s watching, as he awkwardly disguises

The fact that he finds me …

Now he talks he seems to be trying

To woo me from the fence:

“A poem?” He asks.

His bike! It falls to the ground!

He picks it up -leans upon it and resumes

The viewing.

Hastily I collect myself for I am no show

“Do not follow me, OK?” I say as I go.