The anxiety in my stomach just won't resolve
All it seems to do is get bigger & evolve
last time I felt this way t'was drastic
last time I felt this way my family split up like worn out elastic  
Child hood memories cut deformed & violated
Child hood memories ultimately lacerated
I pray history won't repeat
Pray that this anxiety will go away and take a seat

Only yesterday that your glass blew
The flame was burning untouchable
The disk spinning fast, un-reversible

No home in a town so inhospitable
A world where questions are daft
Drafted to unravel an inbuilt psyche

I stand out in the jungle countryside
Strumming listening to “wild world”
Each rhythm a wavy walk on a path

Steps and strolls always sidetracked
The poppy field faded in sheen redness
When it turned cold and bled sourness

It was me who was left by the riverside
I sat by the bank and dreamed away
Then viewed my mirrored reflection

Melted in indecisions and intricacies
Extreme ongoing cognition appraisals
Silenced in the sound of the stillness

The flash of the grassed field called me
Embraced me as I paraded on the verge
A resolving embrace of a stab erased

I plead not to be understood or wanted
For these riffles are fixated on our heads
Bolted in our thoughts, wants and desires

Violent aggression
Extreme violation


Cops called
No resolve

Glasses…


Is the glass half-empty, is it half-full
Or perhaps there’s no glass there at all
Every event that I ever faced
Would have still taken place as I recall.
But my part in them, I controlled myself
For our will to think freely gives us choice
We should use our will now in the moment
With wisdom we’ve earned when raising our voice.
Attack the future with vigour and might
Fend off the negative thoughts that we hold
Face up to the days ahead with courage
For fortune favours the brave and the bold.
          Many are they who would bring you down low
          Free will can help you decide not to go.

©Joe Wilson – Glasses…2016

Tell me you don't want me

So I'll leave and never bother you again

...

I've grown tired of your games.

Gently painted on the evening sky
By a Hand, infinitely Divine.
The orange orb rests assuredly--
And of its supports to be seen, no vine.

Its reddish-yellow mixes sublimely with sky-blue--
Now it flickers clean-white, now golden-black--
A truly-- deeply fascinating view;
An arrow drawn to never miss its mark

I think it scrapes the epitome of beauty
Since it encompasses a beholder's eye
With a tolerable show of bubbling fury--
The sun-- setting behind the evening sky

In it I see-- a requiem for brighter days,
a regret written but well expunged;
a solemn oath for darker years,
and a replying breath before it is plunged
(In a sea of darkness)

So many unanswered questions buried deep within
They've been locked away to camouflage an unsavoury past
The realisation of it all is a living nightmare
The agony it brings unreal
Why should anyone bear so much anguish
When will this grind to a halt
We all need a peace of mind
Or else we'll just fall into pieces
Why sit when you can stand
Here is resolute compulsion for it
A call to action
My resolve is to trod on
Never to falter
Push on till the finish line
No guts no glory

To resolve any
Difficult issue
All one needs simply
Is the resolve to.