A sea
Of nameless faces
Garbed in grey
Wired to monotony,
Like a flock
Flying in one direction,
But never toward the sun.
Painted smiles
On plastic faces
A homogenous race
Of uniformity.
Vacant expressions
And abandoned thoughts.
Then there is you.
Strut my little peacock.
Strut.

A merry, mirthful clown,
I came upon a town
Where the stench of despair
Hung heavy in the air
And the ghosts within the town
Wandered aimlessly around
******* dry the joy of others
Delivered with the kiss of lovers.
No laughter can be heard
Or the trilling of the birds,
Only the silence of the tomb
In this ugly, poisonous womb,
Giving birth to fear and sorrow
With no hope of a tomorrow,
Spreading illness and infection
Eradicating all affection.
And though I long to leave,
I am granted no reprieve.
A sad and lonely clown
I cannot leave this town.

The cheddar-like moon
Flirting with the bashful stars
tipping them the wink

I sink into your soul.
Saturated by your words
And immersed in your emotion,
I make my peace with drowning.

My eyes snap open
Wrenching me back
From the abyss.
Heart racing
And palms sweating,
A physical reaction
To imagined fear.
The realization
That it was only a nightmare
Provides meagre comfort
As the mind
Still struggles
Against what it saw
In it's own theatre.
The flashbacks
Will taint the day

How I have missed you.
How you smell.
How you taste.
How you feel in my hand.
How you liberate me like no other.
How you make me laugh.
How you make me cry.
How you sit with me through lonely nights and sunsets.
How you quench my desire.
Ah,
My sweet, sweet vino

I walk in a wilderness
Of raw emotion
And feral thoughts
Constricting my chest
In a relentless vice
Unique calls
Echo in silence
Turning me deaf
And the shadows
Assault my eyes
Hiding in the blind spot.
My mind is *****
And my body is ravaged
The hollow knock
On an empty box
And somehow
I am home

Words are like weapons
Can maim and tear
So in the heat of the moment
You must beware.

We are not rubber *****,
We do not bounce back.
We bear the scars
Of your scathing attack.

We come back changed
Though the change may be slight,
A little bit tougher
With a little more bite.

Stow your tempered words
Within their sheath
Or taste the sharp side
Of our teeth.

She paints on her face
Smothering her true visage
An honest liar.

She fixes a smile
Upon her broken canvas
Conning the masses.

She perfects her role
In her finest performance,
Convincing actress

I faltered
And fell
And to my shock
I bled

I am a composer
of poems
and a conductor
of musings,
The words,
together
a symphony of wonder
in rehearsals,
fall flat
at showtime,
but still
they sound sweet to me.
And so I dance.

I will not bow down
To defeat.
I storm ahead and
Won't retreat.
I am the captain
Of this fleet.

The storms may rage
Beneath my feet,
But in this race
I will compete.
I will not bow down
To defeat.

A morning sky
touched by the very hand
of Midas,
casting golden glow
of untold riches

The memory of your kiss
In my dreams
Rips through me
Like greek fire
That not even
The pain of waking alone
Can douse

The tree outside does dance,
Moves in such a way
That the dying light of day
Has me entranced.

Such a blissful feeling
Staring at the pirouettes
Of the branches' silhouettes
Upon my ceiling.

A colourless cascade
Of contrasting dark and light,
I could watch this scene all night
But light does fade.

He was a ***** dog.
She had the ****** snacks.

Programmed to programs,
harbingers of doom,
we drink in shadow
and drown in darkness
leaving no room
for infusion of light,
dragged into
pits of despair
losing sight of
the illuminations
that surround us.
Acting like
shepherless sheep
trapped in a pen,
when the very field that we crave
is ours for the taking
if only we could take that last brave step
towards contentment

He found the shape of angels
In the curvature of her body,
smelled the sweet scent of heaven
In the hollow of her neck,
Heard the harps of cherubs
In her honeyed voice
And tasted eden
On her cupid's bow.
And when her pain
Licked him like dancing flames,
He rode a wave of ecstacy
Toward a hellish nirvana.

I want to bite the flesh of your words
And let the juice of your truth trickle down my throat.
I want to inhale the scent of your joy
And graze upon your sadness
I want to devour your pain
And consume your pleasure
I want to feast on all parts of you
And relish every mouthful
Until my belly can take no more

The summer sun
Dries the tears
Of yesterday
That they are borne
Upon the wind
To carry
The dreams
Of tomorrow

The clouds hug
The diamonds of night sky
Possessively
Like a jealous lover
So none other may
Look upon their beauty
And so I am left with
Harsh synthetic light.
No substitute

There is a chandelier
Within my eyes
And only you can
Flick the switch

The howling winds rage
Bending the backs of all those
Who get in it's way

Tree limbs held aloft
In a crazed mexican wave
They yield to wind's will.

Angry waters churn
Brilliant blue to gloomy grey
Smashing upon rocks.

Watching from windows,
Spare a moment's thought for those
Who reside outside

The seed was planted,
A flower born,
You nurture her with tender hands
And protect her from high winds.
You don't cut her thorns,
Though they might ***** you,
Because they're part of her
You love the beauty she brings to your garden
And in turn she loves the beautiful garden wherein she grows.
Any man who plants a seed
Should be prepared to love the flower

Stop, if you have a minute
And please look a while
Upon the face of the girl with the frozen smile.

Stop.
Do you see her?
Or do you see a lie?
Tell me
Will you forget her
By and by?

Or will you forever
Ask yourself why
You didnt stop for the girl wirh the frozen smile?

In my infinite wisom
I realize
That I know nothing

Her face painted
To disguiuse true feelings
Cannot cover
The glassy-eyed
Thousand yard stare
Of someone looking
Into themselves.
She longs for someone
To ask her what's wrong
But she'll snap
When they do,
Make herself
Feel worse
And the viscious
Circle continues

The frustration
Of a
Stilled pen
Can drive
Writers insane

Shimmering nightly
Like an eternal beacon
Of something greater

If it resonates
With just one person,
Touches their soul
And tugs at their hearts,
Then who are we
To say it's not poetry

If he were to write for me
It would probably go
"I love my wife.
She is my life.
The end."
But I see the poems for me in his eyes.
That'll do for me.

A day so thick
With heat
The air shimmers.
Tongues teasing,
Tantalising images.
Near ****** sounds
Of satisfaction.
Wide eyes filled
With illusive innocence.
You know the picture you paint.

Give her a pool of water
And she would re-enact
The dying moments of narcissus.

Cover all the mirrors
That she may see
The ugliness within

The gentlest of flowers
are constantly trampled
under heavy boots

Her arms flailing
pinwheeling through the air
in dramatic attempt at emphasis.
His arms across his body
to absorb the impact
from her words.
Her eyes wide
like something possessed,
as expressionists weep.
His eyes closed
to keep at bay
the wicked witch.
Welcome to the new tribal dance.

Weak light filtering in
Like day old dishwater.
Hands fumble
As sleep crusted eyes
Fight the weight of recent dreams
To struggle awake.
A familiar staircase
Like a ****** terrain,
A precarious precipice.
And feet still
Slumbering in a distant place.
False light
Floods the senses,
Bringing fresh waves of pain
And Little birds chirp
Making a mockery of exhaustion.
Little birds chirping
Before morning coffee,
Suicide project

She slithers into
A silk dress of midnight blue
Adorned with diamonds

I walked the desert for a millenia
Sandstorms crushing the air from my lungs and thieving my voice,
Drawing nails of grit down my eyes
And invading my mouth
Until I became a woman of sand.
When all hope was lost
An oasis
Before me appeared
And I drank my fill.
My lungs are fit to burst.
But I can't stop drinking.

My pen exists
Between heaven and hell
And feels the pull of both.
Swinging like an undecided compass,
I never know what mood
Will govern it.
Which polar end will win today?
It taps the page like a metronome
And I wait with bated breath.

Death smiled at you and grasped your hand,
the gentle grinding of bones,
ignoring those gathered by your bed
who spoke in whispered tones.

And you, you smiled right back at death.
You did not shed a tear,
as you took your last laboured breath
death whisked you away from here.

To a place where you would feel no pain,
and your wrinkles were no more.
Where you were young and free again
and would be evermore.

And while I miss you everyday,
I would not be so brutal.
To keep you here in your broken body
would only have been cruel.

When I look upon the stars
that keep our worlds apart,
I know that you are never far.
You live on in my heart

And I saw
The endless possibilities
The untapped source of love
The well of dreams unrealized
The kiss of unknown angels
The notes of songs unsung
The memory of those who've gone before us
The hope that fills my heart
The love that threatens to break me
You opened your eyes
And I saw

Love lifts you higher
Lets you soar on the wings of eagles
So high
You can reach out and kiss the sun
and pocket the moon
Me, I've always had a fear of flying
But I love the adrenaline

Without you by my side
all the pain comes to the fore.
There is nowhere left to hide.

All this hurt I can't abide
Life feels just like a chore
without you by my side.

As I sit by your graveside
and my heart breaks even more
there is nowhere left to hide.

For all the tears that I have cried
Joy doesn't live here anymore
without you by my side.

And so I swim against the tide
and it's you I cry out for.
There is nowhere left to hide.

In whom shall I confide?
Never questioned heretofore.
Without you by my side
There is nowhere left to hide.