Know
That I write in faith
That I bear light
Always

We eat
we consume
we devour
destroy
all
until we bulge
we bloat
we burst
with our wealth of
fat
so we ****
we nip and we tuck
and with luck
we get to **** up
the whole thing
again
as we eat
we consume
we exploit
until we explode
why not
why not just eat
us
ourselves
our own excess flesh
and thus
spare the world
a little
for a change?

For months she had fertilised
watered, toiled for and nurtured
a seed meant for greatness

In a matter of minutes it would show
the fruit, the final test
a display of their labour's worth

he was given wings
preliminary ones
for testing
in a safe environment

but he took them outside
and flew
higher
than anyone had imagined

When the sun in the sky projects
Its fabulous beams of light
I am able to view Earth's beauty
Which is hidden from me at night

So I watch her each day in awe
Of the beauty which light reveals
And I dread the darkened hours
When the night my sweet image steals

But I have a plan stored in my mind
Of a way to make sure that I keep
Having access to images clear
Of my love even when she's asleep

I shall go to that wheel in the sky
And bring back its forceful light
I shall give to my love precious fire
And never again fear the night

Help me, Helios! Give me your source
to illuminate all with its glow
Help me! Get down to Earth with the spark
So the secrets of night I shall know

Here you are,  my love,  here is your fire
I will ask you to kindle its flame
I shall sit here and watch as you sleep
And the world will remember my name

But the gods are not happy at all
They come knocking as soon as they learn
That their celestial privilege is taken
To inferior beings unearned

They'll want their revenge for my crime
So they'll put me in chains on a rock
With an eagle forever to pick
At my liver each day at at always o'clock

I met a man one day
in a park
where we both watched the world
go by
as we sat on the bench
with dreamy eyes

He was telling stories
not just to me
but to the air
to the whole world present
that day in the park
and I stayed to listen

A fragile ray of light
Reflected briefly
In the darkened pond
Beneath us
As we punctured fate
And I let you in
Like an earthquake
For hours shivering
Awaiting
Welcoming
Tsunami
And death
That little death
And the resurrection

This memory
once
motivated by curiosity
and lack of judgment
smells
of blood
smells like
the taste
of skin
of ***** and blood
and Purple Rain
sensory delusion
dreams of romance
mixed with faeces and surprise
pain realisation
of naivety
still repeated
humiliation
now finally overcome

What would Adam have done
Had he spotted the snake?
Would he have cut off its tongue
To prevent the mistake?

Would the world still be bliss
Had our Eve not been tempted?
Was there something she'd miss
Which the snake just preempted?

What would Eden have looked like today
Had it not been for apples and lies?
Would we never have been lead astray
And thus never have found our demise?

What would Adam have done
Had he known
That the tree in the middle meant light
Cast 'pon business that was not his own
And forever filled dreams with fright?

Is there poetry
In repetition
Life as a prediction
In the safety of precision
Indecision?

Is there poetry
In every fight
As long as we write
Let our words take flight?

Is there poetry
In all
Every word
Misspelled and all
Is there beauty to enthrall
In every poem we put
On this wall?

Is there poetry in this
Or will it need something
Maybe a kiss
Will it have to promote bliss
Or happiness, love
For you to think
That there is poetry
In this?

She had seen him there
At the party
Dark eyes watching her
From the corner
As she danced

He had not been there
When she left
Dark skies blanketed her
And stars lit the way
As she began her walk home

She had not taken this path before
To get home
A glowing field allured her
With nearly fluorescent flowers
So she took this shortcut

He had seen her approaching
Full of new memories
Then stopping
Hesitating to make the decision
To go left through the field

She had soon felt him
Among the treacherous flowers
His dark presence in the wind
His words soon blended in
As he moved in closer

He had not lingered
To see her awaken
On the grass outside the field
Red mixed in yellow
**** seed dust

I saw a flower
Burned by the summer sun
Withered by winter's cold
It had not felt spring
For years

Then it happened
A lightning cracked
And fire swept through
The garden
Rain followed
But the fire consumed
Everything
Left a pile of ashes
On the ground

But now it rises again
From ancient seeds
Which the fire didn't ruin
To greet the spring
In bloom

Every night we were astronauts
Shooting ourselves into orbit
Beneath the fluorescent moon
Until a magic empty

Every morning we crashed
Burst into flames
And died again
Upon entering
The atmosphere
Of the real

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I don't know how
But my world
had turned
RED
When I woke up

Vertical stripes
Had been drawn
Down the walls
Towards the floor
And a pool
Sticky drying
Beneath them
And the spotted
Windows

In the mirror
The flowers
My hands
And my feet
Looked raw
Like I had escaped
Another world
To enter into
This
RED
with nails
And a gun

Wide awake
I crawled
and I escaped
Another one

Something about
A cashmere coat
Over a skirt
Over knee stockings
To warm long legs
Lipstick blush
And hair like flames
All red
To capture attention
In daylight
Traffic

My hair is not ebony black
Or golden caramel
To make your mouth water
My hair is a crimson flame
A burning red
Passionate fire
like blood fresh from a slaughter

My skin is not gold
Or sunkissed amber
Found by a lucky soul
My skin is pearly white
As the sandy beach
Licked by the powerful tide
But sensitive to the sun
And therefore only seen
At midnight

My eyes are not sapphires
Or deep forest lakes to dive into
My eyes are a darkened blue
like the dizzying midnight sky
Illuminated only by
A plethora of stars right above you

I sat there
Dumbstruck
With awe
And Headless
Admiration
At the pool
A mercury mirror
I saw myself
In your reflection
Like a statue
Of lost youth
Motionless
Paralysed
Grounded
Like the flower
White and pure
Pretty and Poisonous

I sat there
Waiting
For the reflection
To come alive
For me to touch
Youth
And I sat there
Oblivious
Of the world
Around us
Until I could not feel
Anymore

Right now
I regenerate
in time capsules
of Elizabeth Arden
Ceramides
and tomorrow
I shall look myself
again
like the picture
I keep in my head

fever is back
it never stays away long
it never truly lifts
it has found me
open

I am kissing you
Right now
As you read

Our lips touch gently
Then again
Repeatedly

You smile

I feel your touch
Right now
As I write


Your hands slide under my dress, gently
Then again
Repeatedly

This dream is real

I wanted to
Reset
beauty
And surface
For once
Start over
Not minding public
opinion
Cut it down
to its roots
To allow life
To grow
Anew
In its place

They are marching
Stomping their feet to the beat
Of a mechanical heart
Trudging a bloodless road
Away from the trenches
The silent attacks on repeat
Ripping and tearing apart
A system on massive overload

They are marching
They're making a quiet retreat
To fall back and make a new start
On the other side of the road

He began with all living things
On the first day of anti-creation
Killing all; be they beggars or kings
No judgment just pure negation

On the second day lights went out
There was no longer night nor day
Only darkness was present throughout
Not a shadow not a tinge of grey

All this darkness destroyed vegetation
Photosynthesis ceased to take place
Everything was beyond devastation
Gasping and lacking in grace

The fourth day destroyed solid ground
He made sure every rock all the stones
Would sink and not ever be found
No one would ever unearth old bones

On the fifth day the clouds were unmade
Rain reunited the sea with the sky
In a marvelously heavy cascade
So the second last day went by

On the last day he reversed creation
Of Heaven and Earth in one blow
It was much easier than damnation
And God sat there and enjoyed the show.

I see her picturing me
Perfect
In her image
A perfect lacquered surface
Fitting into  
Her polished plastic ideals
But as I rise
The surface breaks
Into an ugly ripple
And her image
Is cracked
Beyond repair

Immortal
In a shiny new car
Speeding through life
In the endless night
Of newfound freedom

Blinded by crystalline stars
And spellbound by the rhythm
Of a well oiled engine
He did not see the lights
Nor hear the hearts around him

Feeling only euphoria
Eventually
He crashed into them
Ego first
Smashing their civilised dreams

I want to sleep
on the round softness
of Nina Saunders' disproportional ball

Upside down
Climbing the wall
but my dreams
are twisted

disturbed
by the dagger penetrating puberty
and the cool still life
silently killing - youth
on the surrounding walls

This room has a chair hanging from the ceiling like a parachute for escaping a burning plane, and it has another hard copy hanging from the wall. Everywhere you will find a chair. You only need to look.

My world does not exist
it is white
two dimensional in three dimensions
and white
colourless, reduced
only perspective in white
ropes
on and across walls
no pain
no emotions
only ROOM
the room exists
without being anything but
space
a concept
an idea
some nails
and a stack of ropes
to play God with

My belief
in any written word
requires
suspension of
disbelief

Glorious!    Immortal!

Like runes

Your words
carved

Into my soul

at least now
I know
that you're safe
though silent

We board the same
Train
Heading West
On a journey
Through Instagram landscapes
We travel
In open compartments
Where party clad snappers
Make sure the world is
Updated
And that we know
And Facebook knows
Even when they are busted
For free loading
We know
It's their scene
And we're already
Has beens
With our children asleep
Across the aisle
We still travel
In the dark
After they leave
The landscape barely visible
And it is getting late
We are tired
But soon
We will be home
Again

taking his hands
putting away the knife
she saved him

Dream seeds
I keep them safe
In my pocket
Like a promise
A possible beanstalk
But how long
I wonder
How long
Will they keep?

I seek darkness
and blood
for balance
I want to breathe in fluids
and
to drown myself
in beauty
so I need shades
for depth
perception
I seek out shadows
distorted versions
of light
without which I am frightened
and blind
to its shapes

I seek pain
in visions
vivid illuminations
of horror
of second hand experiences
to shoot through my system
for dopamine kicks
that allow me to cry
and long
for reality's release

I always feared
that someday
you would somehow
self destruct

but then I dreamed
that I would
self destruct
too

This body does not make sense
in this skin
in this reality
it breathes in its superficiality
but only in the past tense
it does not sense
sensibility
sanity spins
is sensitive to sensory
scams
synapses shoot
send shivers down its spine
This mind is spineless, anyway
always finds time
for stupid irrelevant
irrational unpractical rhymes
through which it mimes
an existence
where at least the mind
makes sense
sometimes

Picture me dancing
On velvetine pathways
Towards sequin peaks in the clouds
I am jumping and skipping
Those ropes you've laid for me
To make sure I don’t lose my way

On the trees I see ribbons
And some flowers for keeping
In colours to match your bright eyes
I am following footsteps
Of chattering parties
Soon I shall be sailing the skies

But rainbows catch fire
And stroboscope lightning
Makes staccato love to me now
Tying senses with ribbons
And handcuffs of neon
I climb to slide down in delight

For a while
we shared a dream
of buttons, fabrics
elongated figures
frozen on platforms
we saw the inside
of memories subjective
overlocked and sewn
into costumes and masks
behind the screen conveyed
in experimental dance
we watched the shapes move
for a while
communicating
feeling the motions deep
underneath our skin
like whispers
unable to touch
for real
there were sample displays
to satisfy this need
safely
on our way out

Sly
like a serpent silently
slipping
under the skin
slithering
up though the spinal cord
to secretly settle
inside your skull
where it will sit
and sedate
your senses
with sweet seductive
songs of
sleep

Silence is fearing
The silence in your presence
Night's painful lessons

Words still unspoken
Treacherous words kept inside
Secrets we must hide

Silence in secrets
Painfully longing for words
Spoken though it hurts

I
I am in
sin
in absence
in simile
in a simulacrum
of simulation

In simulation
lies my sin
my string of simulations
of conversations
relations
with a simile
another simulacrum
of him

A black hole
In timespace
A supermassive
Imploding thought
Paradox
Pulling
Realities in
And bending all rules
Of existence
Along a splendid
Event horizon.

A single atom
With mass
And gravitational pull
Equalling a large mountain
Devouring all light
Unless friction
of objects heated
From falling
And interaction
Sparks light
Perplexingly fantastic
Brighter than a thousand suns.

I used to dream of sirens
not of getting lost at sea
but being one of them
leading you astray

Gasping for air like fish
freshly landed
we hit the refresh button
desperately
but we have lost all
connectivity
to the sea
we no longer exist