I lie close to you, dawn approaches Your sleeping form, a portrait of tranquillity The air lifts a down feather in cartwheeling motions with each breath Yours eyelashes raise in gratifying embrace
The blue light stirs the blossoming white clouds We walk through the winds of time together Where decisions are faced Now standing in your shadow You stand in mine
We sit in hearty discussion This food of thought quenched with conception A drink reflecting your smile You hold my hands in loving fidelity I place this shawl around your shoulders of strength
My pen is running short on prose Your care replenishes the vacuum The paper is shrinking before my eyes Your tenacity overcomes the shortcomings This desk has room for two
I build a roof over your head And you a floor on which we live Gazing through a window, onto the fields of destiny A framed doorway beckons our pathway Our feet barely leave a mark
The ark follows on our tide Our tears are the lily pads the staging posts as we wonder through lace drapes Each delicately balanced step reflects our tight rope existence Our laughter the light which buzzes with pollen loaded lifes vapour
Shared music within, speaks volumes on a drum string Our harmony reaches notes, in distraction unheard Together we carry an empty suitcase There is much to fill this Our creation.... our life.... ours to share
Tonight we sleep together
How fortunate we can be to have found that person, or a pet, who parallels our existence, excesses of modern society a distraction.
Four kings rode in with strings and skins to bring salvation to me on the streets of New Year's Eve. My friend would lend contents of bookends that induced solutions to a common teenage problem. I became incepted and indebted to the greatest escape artist, plus drowned-out voice who talked me through the agony of lonesome pains. Though association fades, those days still replay in heavy bass, or on the screaming face of a DVD case. But when handshakes are met with drunken compliments, it makes me question what it all meant. Veins no longer contain baselines or nets because the rent doesn't even cover travel expense. There are hotel pillars in a lake up town, tacky Christmas decs have been taken down, while two Jags are parked up outside dad's house. The nice-eyed lad, Welsh running track, smiling dancer and security-defying chap in a flat cap keep me from collapse. As the album dies, benign podcasts thrive. Franchise rise, repeated lines, gym life, energy drink lies and paper bag highs make laugh-cry emojis hard to find. With Wi-Fi or offline.
Poem #25 from my collection 'A Shropshire Grad'. On not fitting in.
The light comes in with early morning dew They wake to a dim world A world tormented by ****** and chaos Yet they still get up everyday Everyone else does We have no other choice The spiral seems to never end as we detest and crumble We are against ourselves Nature has begun to rebel We have stayed too long We have been too far We have broken the rules not made by us But by something bigger than we could ever be And it is angry
We are the cause of destruction We have disrupted the natural order of things We were never meant to become this But even as we change and grow exponentially We fail to look back at our shortcomings In this we repeat our mistakes again and again
We used to have gods to talk to But we have killed them all in exchange for the quick and easy We left this hole Now instead of biodiversity in every sense of the word We have chains Chain restaurants Chain stores Chain crops Chain religion Chain mindset We have readily accepted being shackled into an unforgiving world We have blinded ourselves with screens because its easier to see the truth from a lense that seperates emotion from meaning But who am I to so judge I myself accept these chains because it does make life easier For now Thats the catch The for now
Soon enough what makes life easier will actually make life incredibly harder as nature changes in an order to **** us When you only have 1 type of corn, what do you do when a disease kills it all When you force antibiotics down your throat for every slight inconvince, what do you do when they stop working Nature is evolving to **** us off And our stupid decisions are paving the way Money makes the world go round And global warming makes it tilt off it’s axis
Bird with serrated leather jacket collar When you sip that drink and hit yourself with a mauler Drop a sigh, with your eyes toward the sky but don’t fly, it’s alright to sit low, cry, stay back home in July, and just standby. There is no need to commodify
You’re not a lousy fly stuck in a rut nor a feather helplessly swinging into dirt You’re a singer singing each note with your unbuttoned white shirt and a chain of daisies around your throat
And remember the melodies your senses wrote? There are places you will go, when you follow the lilts in your heart’s own flow, and when into resonance the murmur grows, there can be no better show there can be no better show
Giant cable webs from the skies, Stare at me in my eyes; Messy wires that crisscross out there, Are sending transmissions everywhere. And they make us sit in our homes: Hooked up to laptops and mobile phones. And should we step out to meet outdoors: We quickly look for docks on floors! In our lives, everyday - It’s high-tech that we survey. And though it’s distracting and slows us down; Keeps us from exploring the reality around; Can you imagine what it would be? For us not to be using technology!
I remember. Walking with you on West End Avenue. Laughing and Laughing. We used to go into the drug stores and try different eye creams Attempting to conceal the fatigue that comes from staying up for days on end.
Partying Man, did we party.
And I remember. The different creatures we would run into along the way. Creatures of the night. Mostly emotionally disturbed characters. Running from life or running from themselves. Some real crazies.
You remained my good friend. A reliable person. Something rare in life. We would talk about the mistakes we made and the good choices as well. Careful never to beat ourselves up too badly. Because sometimes, it’s hard to make the right choices. And it’s better to laugh when you mess up. It’s better to laugh if you can.
Friend. I went by your old place on West 26th Street Your name was no longer on the buzzer. I pushed it anyway. When an Asian woman answered I knew you were gone. Nobody coming out of the building seemed to remember you Just goes to show.
I went by the old diner at which we used to eat Same handwritten signs, same menus Same old tables. But no you.
I found it strange that the waitress remembered me but couldn't remember The guy who'd been going there for decades. Maybe I should have brought a photo To spark her memory Maybe I should have reached out to you, Bitten the bullet and swallowed my pride Because now the fight seems trivial Its the rest of the stuff that seems important,
All the good stuff we shared.
People used to sew patches on old jeans and put new soles on favorite shoes. Modern life has changed. We throw things out and buy new. But some things are irreplaceable. They are worth the effort a repair would require. Friend. My friend.