Piteous silhouettes hung loosely in the dark
bloodstained pools evaporated, staining like a birthmark.
Even the wind was mindful not to be found in this place.
static was the air like corroded snowflakes,  stark
reminders that this was decaying like a living carcass.

Pictures woeful reminders of moments when life exhaled.
But nothing is collecting only the whispers veiled
behind nothingness. The threshold of dismay was
as quiet and suffocating that none were failed
they just lingered behind the walls, breathless life in pause.

Conception of what lay within the ebbing stone walls.
Feathers onyx as nightfall were called angel falls,
for no crows were seen, but the feathers fell, was this
the gateway now to hell. Trapping all within its halls.
Dismay as life ebbed around, live consumed by this abyss.

Luminous stars caught above
                                         sight,
catching the shimmering
beauty of powdered trees.

A blanket of snowflakes gently
                                         caresses
surrounding landscapes of stillness.
As footsteps  break pristine white.

So many pens have run dry,
I miss the reflections of others.

Like a crypt of cobwebbed words
that others visit, reading faded verse.

I reminisce on words that have become
static, hoping again for a breath of new word.

Woeful are the faint breaths
                             of loves allure.

Only to be buried later in
                           shallow graves of misery.

history is an old cassette tape
                     being rewound
and repeating
        we need a new tape...

Foreboding stature,
            cryptic tattoos adorned
upon rough terrain..

Others whisper with content,
             as children run
He grabs them delicately and smiles.

*"A fathers love shines.

Vague eclipses delicately dance
                                    with luminosity,
as time verses though out the day.

Waltzing  to the intricate motions
                                          of both,
time, repetitive silhouettes
                              forever repeating.

The stars were dying as we stared above,
mans momentary glimpse heeding the
blanket of nightfall culling the allure above.

My lights like fireflies in the night, till we got
to our spot, lying on the bonnet we just stared up,
amazed at what adorned on our eyes.

*"Where a grain spinning on a stone in boundless moments,

I could gaze into your eyes
                           for eternity,
never getting lost within
                the galaxies of love.

When you walk away,
I see you as
              a shooting star
knowing our eyes will always cross by.

I have never clipped the wings
of angels, I write with a fallen quill
on every feather adoring you, every
sorrow that put a weight on my mind.

Then heavy with my burden do they
look upon the pain woven in memory
on those parchments of flight.
Carrying away my weight as your own.

I gaze above as you flew ever closer to
the sun. Your feathers becoming less
with every expenditure of my pain,
but still you ascended higher for me.

Then as your wings where but memories
and you fell from upon height, I caught
you. And you smiled, ill always fly your
troubles away, our eyes shone like stars.

Ink
     never
          dries...

Fatigued repetitions
clinging within me
                       tightly.

I just stare, ventriloquist
words speaking without
                                   verse.

Petals of white, decaying
within my aroma glass now
                                dissolving.

They collected dead stems..

Wings migrated to this point,
it was just a passenger on this
journey of inspiration.

Exhalations of past moments
carried it upon the many exhibits
of  wonderment befalling its senses.

Fatigued wings collect on delicate
petals, slumbering it awakens to the
ethereal  mirage of beauty before it.

Majestic droplets refracting the
imagery beyond the luminescent
pools of peaceful retrospection.

Fluttering its delicate motivation,
deciding this is the place for it to rest.
For life is moments silently contemplated.

Beyond repair
              they said.

But I saw more.

So I wove gold
        within the cracks
sealing heartache

to make your
flaws
         beautiful.

Imperfections are elegant.

My tears will never surrender,
collected in vials they amass.

Then where my cold heart lingers,
in their will I solidify them.

Becoming my weapon of choose,
a blade of fallen sorrows I hold.

And with in your heart I will cleave,
no more tear will I surrender for love.

Feel the pain of a broken heart,
shards of tears collecting with yours.

poet's have
         ink stains
on their
           legs.

We collected our shells from the shoreline,
listening deeply to hear the whispers of
                                                 Sorrows.

But all that was heard was a fabrication  
of what needed to be heard,
                                       No reparation.

There is a breeze on the shore, it carries
our cares away. We moved on again as
there are always more shells to listen upon.

Our feet collected on pebbles,
throwing one it skipped for a moment
sinking like the apology never said.

I collect every
one
that resides within,
memories
that need unchaining.

Never letting rivers
flow
away your happiness
ebbing
emotions saturating inside.

I'll inhale every
sorrow
that needs release.
Hues
of sentiment painting within.


Never letting you
drown
from tears descending down.
Vessel
of your dejection, I'll never fill up.

Try it for a day...
people thinking
your white...
got it easy they say..

Fit in my shoes
where your words
never questioned...

But cos the shade or
lack of pigmentation.
I'm the one watching
wording even thought
you say its ok...

When I walk outside,
I'm like you human..
but you just see
WHITE.. PRIVILEGE...

What is that anyway..
I grew up poor like others
on my street where was
my privilege?
When four brothers had
just rice to eat...

Privilege is who ever
is up there
which ever pigment is
dominant becomes
the privileged one there...

Try being me for a moment
see through my eyes.
I'm not privileged
working my **** off
to where I am today...

It would be a
                privilege
if we all walked in
others shoes
to see the grass isn't
always greener
on the other side of the fence..

What's that I hear you say..
privileged.. be me for a day..

Life's pictures
some times
don't fit the
          frame.

But when
is life
ever  a perfect
            fit...

She was wet, elated by the
feeling pouring over her..

But then, It went cold..
momentarily losing it...

Then as before a warmth
flooded over her..

She smiled as lathered up
were her moments.

Then relaxation...
        
The shower was over..
         Shouting down stairs!!

*"Don't flush while I'm in here..

Fondness for another,
      loved for its individuality.

Never moaning, complaining...

But nevertheless cold and unmoved.

My pet rock, my friend and guardian
against those who would do us harm.

I drank way to much vocabulary
before my eager eyes needed to
dilute the intake of my surroundings.

Into slumbered inspired visions,
that would play on my thoughts repetitively,
like a cracked analogue song skipping.

But still I awake in darkness, needing
to release the effluence of what was
indulged upon earlier. That visage a
delusion of  slide show moments.
I felt the bed its wet,
                        I didn't make it in time.

Blind verses wet on the sheets, my hand
was in it, I gag... And then see that its
a mirage of what was drunk upon.
It had to come out at some time.
But 3am couldn't I control my expulsion.
                        Instead I sit here in sodden verse.

As I wash my sheets, not the first time or
the last. I take heed.. not to drink so much
before I go to bed, because white sheets are
now grey. So many words kept on other layers,
these ones just inevitably washed away.

Voices cradled
             in hollow cribs.

Loitering whispers are
            ingested haphazardly.  

Comatose I linger awaiting
my voice to blossom again.

I will again be myself
                in an empty room..

Collections litter boxes
                              unkempt
in the corners of my room.
filtering through snowstorms
of white laced with scribbled verse.

Memoires sewn in tapestry of
what was wondering within
the cotton of thought and the
needle of motion of my pencil.

There are momentary pauses
laced with eyes gauging words.
Then there are crumbled echoes
of what now litter a tiny  bin.

I walk from the room of my conscious
verses some unkempt in the corner,
others slung into a void of rejection.
I may visit momentary , but now I write.

You said you would
               climb mountains
for our love...

But that was then..

Now you will not walk steps
                to hold my hand.
Our mountain is but a puddle.

My tears now linger untrodden...

In the bleakest sorrows,
you bring graceful elegance.

Maroon feathers catching upon
vacant scenery, stilled by seasons.

Rowan do your eyes attended to,
feasting on luscious  berries.

A wonderer of the skies dancing upon
flurries looking for your next meal.

Kisses smother delicately,
           like paper butterflies.

Caressing your words
           upon my lips..

Discoloured lines,
               eligible echoes
of my needing to explain...

Unrecognizable syllables of
                       understanding
That I read upon everyday.

Ink so fresh when spelt out,
                   filtering my emotions.
Dripping down this slightly torn page.

Will I ever just put a line down this
                   repetition of unspoken
words wishing to bleed silently out.

If I write that last lyric, it will sing
                 wet upon this page.
Of sorrows voice, silently spoken, now vacant.

Corroded reflections see through
the visage of my life I'm just a shadow
puppet of existence and this is
my gift to those I love.

"I'm a vacant lot of amore,
"Loving others is now a hollow chorus.

"I've loved each of you like death greets
a dying man, I feel nothing anymore.

"Looking beneath me, I'm a collection of
oxidized memories, each if drowning within me.

"Children where my anchor, but that ship sank
beneath the waves of my own hurricane of despair.


My censorship will now collect on others, satisfied that
I have worded this, as it dries my breath fades out.
I was a chorus of lullabies, now I wonder off to the quiet
place where my troubles delicately fade out....

Ash fell like twisted snowflakes distorted
from tome stone clouds, children were playing
outside unaware to the ruination descending .
Collecting this abomination of clouds above.

Amassing the needed amount, collecting
it with others as heavy than the white stuff.
But collectively they made each one, dead branches
hung as limbs of fallen life hanging loosely.

Each was a distortion of the other, as each child
coughing under showers of grey flakes...
Eyes were broken bottles glassed into there features
Smiles more of teeth, small rocks falling like hail above.

As each on looked upon there creation, on there knees
admiring each's snowman of grey hues. They stayed
their  breath was concrete, Imamate like snowmen
coverings of ash collected upon there silence.

They fell beneath there snowmen, like tombstones
silently adoring there creators. Buried beneath the
tears of an angry heaven. the snowmen awkwardly
smile. Silence collects as death is buried by clouds.

The extension of me, Its held like a woman.
Gentle always, never relinquished to another.
Never taken for granted, Its never used its
an extension of me.

Never seeing the other as a heart beat,
but a means to an end for me to go home.
I never looked in their eyes,
             Its them
                  or me, I choose me every time.

They took their choosing, I ended there breath
with a moment, one stood, one feel beneath tears
of steel. I'm only human, survival is collective
on everyone's thoughts, yours are silent though.

I'm not an enemy, just a voice of another point of view.
Unluckily you choose the a side that collected your
body after I'd left this place. I never think of you,
but I remember ever body faceless crying in my nightmares

I'm travelling 60mph and then
you pass me like you think you
got warp speed under your hood,
Nervous drivers now moving over.

Going no where fast, chilling on
the road, then I hit the island,
and see you kissing the bushes
car looks not so good..

Karma slapped you good,
thinking you got road skills,
but your just trimming bushes,
I wave smiling, driving on my way.

She was the rope around my throat,
never tight but enough to tell me that
that I was the folly of her emotions.

Our love was tided within our restrictions.
But she was always silent between the throws
of our collections, strangling upon another.

I never regretted the actions of the other,
always keeping me in my place,
I know who is the voice of our collusion...

My words maybe silent
          but the ripples carry on....

With every shore that I reach,
                     even though restrained.


Every wave is inevitably felt...
            no matter its touch.

Life is a queen bee

with no time to make honey..

Too many forms to fill in while workers strike....

Seeing the first dew drops
Upon the grass they collect,
Momentary do they gather  
Mesmerised of rising shimmers.
Enveloped with in mornings breath
Remembered faintly they fade.

Within there short-lived collections
Iridescent gathering shimmers.
Showing the candle of light within,
Hues burning brighter than a candle.

Upon the stars will my voice
be echoed upon, they stand
solitary in there meanings.

I'll stare as long as it takes for
this light to reach me, but the
past fades slowly in my vision.

I cant move on as the echo is still
fresh, when will it bleach from my
fear, never close to my reach.

My star died so long ago its light
gently fading. But this moment
reached and now I'm just discoloured.

*"Within my perception, taking time
to dilute from my beginning to my finite end.

Silence's deadly

    Oh my god dad.....

That stinks...

Enveloped within retrospective
memories of you, I will never
fade the recollection of our time.

But words followed me, birthing
new emotions. Your words were
poignant on a heart of sorrows.

I thought pain wouldn't dilute on
my reflections, I thought I would
never feel beyond you.

"You set me free,
                *"A heart gradually heals.

When my beginnings fall beneath
your footsteps. My life is momentary
but you took so much of it away.

Memories were eroded of what was
recognized as my time with you.
But I lost every reflection of us.

I fell a distance from you grasp.
But time evaporated between our instant,  
to dislodge from the slavery of my thoughts.

My recollections are haunting beyond you,
I tried to bury you. But nothing is forgotten
everything is reflected in fractured time.

I collected myself, I trusted you. But I don't
know why you shackle me even now.
My life was moments and I shattered momentarily.

"You were my beginning,
           "But your actions ended me,

*"I tried, but memories scar wrists, I'm alone,

To kiss upon the pleasurable place,

would  smiles venture...  

But beware...
to many
             and you'll  be wiping your face

A signature
    woven in regrets.

Collecting sorrowful
                   reflections.

Two rings unadorned,

Memories now hollow,

Gold brought,

Retrospection sold on for pennies...

My syllables skip
                      pages

of repetition....

A life less interesting
         but nerveless, reading on..

Poets love dies
when the last
              syllable dries..

Moving onto their
                     next muse...

I collect sea shells listening to
the voices within, telling me
what I need to think....

But I'm fractured like every
one I listen too...

Hearing a sea of voice drowning
in the vocalization of self..
I listen in cracked shells listening
for the drowning voice of myself.