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Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Outside my window the spirits of Africa play.
The night lit tree sways longingly in the friendly breeze.
Ruffled lions cascade smiling through the summer leaves,
while the mother dragon sits peering, curiously benevolent.
Her golden green scales reflecting the now familiar yellow orange streetlight.
Through wood framed glass and painted bars,
Her dark eyes, huge, wise and kind,
glisten with the sparks of infinite ages yet to be.
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Affection,rejection, some kind of connection?
Passion, compassion or just the fashion?
Is it all you want? Is it All you need?
Or just a dream that began a seed?
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Swimming in the clouds of grey,
the faint bright light of day still gleams.
The light of blue infused so deep,
sends memories of the sun to sleep.
But we cannot weep at what once was lost,
until we escape the grasp of frost.
And swirling in the warmth a breeze,
aloft deceit,
to bring to knees.
We smile perchance and chance a glance,
at truth so true it halts belief.
Yet offers no relief.
Where to now?
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Rise, once again, like a Phoenix from the ashes.
Realise you have always, and will forever be.
Cry tears of blood and watch them turn to stone,
as the ages unfold to be alone,
and never alone.
In a world of many billion realities,
lost in a universe of infinite singularities,
who determines the tone?
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
I sold my soul for a fool world's gold.
The devils in suits said I would grow bold,
instead, I just grew old.
The promise of success turned my heart to less.
So I took it back in silent attack.

Now here I sit, with an empty heart, and a soul once sold, and torn apart.

Time goes by, and the tears I cry,
turn salty warm as my soul reforms.
The fool inside never wears a suit,
and their promises become mute.
The golden shine has worn thin,
now is the time to settle in.
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Humanity deformed - as it was warned.
Morality became politics with miserable tricks.
People grew smart and lost all wisdom - the joker took the kingdom.
He sold it to a pawn,
that was now happy to be born,
yet the game continued,
bone sliced sinew,
and blood becomes rivers of pride.
The lost don't hide.
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
I want to tear these words from the page,
burn them up with rage,
but the ink flows from my pen and I am calm again.

Writing verse and prose,
that's how the story grows.
The moments in between are moments never seen.
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Little pieces come undone,
under mountains rivers run,
across the hills the green grass fun,
stitches melt your tortured gun.
fractured vision - deep incision.
Mottled casting - endless fastening.
slithered moments stolen whole,
Little pieces come undone.
Me
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Me
It’s
What I do,
It’s
Who I am,
It’s
All I know
It's
Just like You.
Shannon Drue Feb 2019
Yes I've let many down,
It's the sadness I wear in my frown.
But now I remember,
why my fondness for people,
burns my soul like a raging ember.

It's the grandiose look in their eyes,
and the smug tone of their words,
when they realise,
I can never be part of their herd.

They look down on me,
from the bottom of their world,
without intelligent consideration,
That they're doing all they've heard.

I'd rather be alone,
than accept that lie,
or the unknowing inference,
deep in their blank eye.
Shannon Drue Dec 2018
Tumbling shattered shards of emotional remains,
fumbling in the dark now they’ve slipped their human chains.
Stumbling on a spark that will not ignite,
That will not feel love...nor delight.

Emotion from the void that swirled outside,
now deep inside, focused wide.
The light that shines is seen in halo,
withered sunsets, pale and fallow.

But does it matter that substance lacks texture,
or that far from nowhere is equal measure?

The beast of burden, gentle and tame,
inside rages a dying flame.
Moved to stop; Drop to drop.

The overflowing moment an empty cup.
What once was down was also up.

Broken doors you should not enter,
people lost through invisible mentors.

Through the window, to the soul,
the brave the strong; All along.
The feeble minded and mindful hint,
that words produce a hazy tint.

Neither sit nor slumber upon the heath,
for time is not the only thief.
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
First the boredom,
then the panic,
some aggression,
it’s just my manic.
Shannon Drue Feb 2021
There is a black hole in the core of me that has consumed happiness and joy from each hour.
It has an attractive force that draws others in and consumes them until they must flee it's orbit or suffer the death of joy.
It once shone like a beacon of light that even it's lantern believed itself an entranced moth.
The bright flames, I now see, are merely the final moments of dying dreams that turn to ash and vanish within the void.
Shannon Drue Oct 2020
Torn from twisted chaos mind emerges like an infant bourne upon a raft of minutia, adrift in a barren void of eternal emptiness.
It's darkness illuminated by the faintest belief in a systemic reality of falsehood.

Consciousness arises from within and beyond, the same.
It bubbles to the surface adrift again in memories before and after, the same.
Eddies escape the drift and envelope like a strobe lit cloak of eternal nothingness.

Irrational fear procreates and devours the bridge to transcendence as a voracious swarm of locusts to a field of ripening crop.

I am left without us.
We, a child, sat upon an alien rocky outcrop at the mouth of an ancient cave gazing into a star fired ink soaked icy abyss - ignorant of time.
Yet tick by tock it builds to a raucous crescendo of dissolution,  decay, and entropy.
Is it only here it should be?
Shannon Drue Jan 2019
Now,
here I sit,
alone.
My memories merely dust and stone.
And out the door, in gloomy cloud,
the life and warmth of daily crowd.
And the dark,
surrounding,
coercing these shadows of doubt.

Soon its night - once more.
And the icy-blade sliced heart of old,
filled with stories...
...lost.
Untold.
Yearning to see the sun,
to feel its warm caress,
drying tear drenched sands of a bitter-sweet shore.
Mine.
Forever.
No more.

— The End —