All of a sudden, I'm cold.
The air tickles my nose as it cools my throat, and my knees quiver under the cotton knitting of my jeans.

All of a sudden, I'm tired.
Everyday. All day.
The pages turn, each with less vigor than the last.

All of a sudden I'm sore.
My hands creaking; back aching.
Time stomps its stone feet on my shoulders, as it should, without regret.

All of a sudden, I'm purposeless.
The passion I admire slips through my fingers and trickles onto the floor like water from a dish towel.

All of a sudden, I'm angry.
Sounds of hate escape my soul through pursed lips.
I curse myself by laying seige to those closest to me.

All of a sudden, I'm stagnant.
Sinking in life slowly until bedrock.
My troubles rise through my toes like chains locking me in.

All of a sudden, I'm lost.
Alone, Pulling at synapses to recover what was once my image.

The air tickles my nose as it cools my throat.
All of a sudden, the man I once was is forgotten.

The sacral blazes, like a never ceasing ember, biding the time for the divine tryst.

It is a steamy conflagration of two souls until they become one.

The great coupling gives way to new thoughts, innovation, understanding, bonds and life.  

Respect abides with reciprocation and honour. A mutual affinity and such.

Assertion
Clammed-up
On the relay
Second guessing
The shrunken head
Of old therapies

The clock says
It's time
To nod off
Greet the morn
With withered fist
Rationalised fury

Trying to
Replace the
Pimply face
Of ******
Angst baseless in
Content
On the tether
Of just another

Addiction in a
Succession
Of spiritual
Vices perpetuated
By the nonchalant
Visage of a world

Uncaring
In derision
From calloused hands
Caused by
Hard work
With little or no
Monetary avail

Hand to mouth
Foot in mouth
Hand on crotch
Crotch saddle sore

What's the point
Of a worn-down point
Dull but
Double-edged  
Just to prove

The sword of Damocles
Is still hanging
Over the head
Of your enemies

Who pop
Their heads
Up over
The hedgerows
Like pictures
In a shooting gallery
At the carnival of
A battlefield distant

Filled with relics
Of another
Dead-end
Ill-purposed war
Of the worlds floating
On the crest of
Mine-dotted airwaves
Prompting viewers
To drown negativity
And to salvage
The positive

A broadcast from
Bipolar formats
In living colour

Double-edged          
Double-standards
Double-dealing        
Double-meaning
Double-minded      
Double-jeopardy
Double-troubl­e        
Double your money
Doppelganger leading
Double life

All propagated in
Double-time

Best
Double your efforts
And tune out!

I can’t begin
Its hurts too much
The pain of this ending erases every grain of my love
My ability to care is gone
But I will endure
I turn away and walk with purpose to my new life
I am not whole, I have cracks in every joint
But I will live on
I will not forget you
For I will not allow your maltreatment of my spirit to prevail
But I will live on
The hurt will make me feel,
I know I am alive
I will not cry for mercy
I have no tears for you
If you were hurt, I would walk away never noticing the speck that is you.
I will endure and move on

I have a purpose
I am something
I am supposed to be here
What will happen when my purpose disappears?
What will happen when I’m no longer ripe?
What will become of me when I’m discarded in the dirt?
Once a blossom
Now I’m nothing more
Nothing more than the hole my purpose once filled
Nothing more than what made me feel real
What once made me feel real is now providing tangibility to another
A girl I never was
A girl you write sonnets about
A girl you would wage war for
A girl that is so effortlessly magic
A girl that you would wait for, no matter how many years passed
A girl that makes you feel real
Why can’t I be her?
Why don’t I make you feel real?
What is my purpose if not to heal?
What is my purpose?
For a brief second, I become real
I become seen
The person across is looking at me
That second is gone
What will happen when my purpose disappears?
How could I win if there’s nothing within?
How could I win when I’m undeserving?
How could I win when I indulge my sins?
How could I win if there’s no purpose I’m serving?
I had a purpose
I was something