"slowley" poems
I've never been to Paris in the spring summer or fall
Nor seen the Champs-Élysées blanketed in winters fresh snow
I've never seen it, Why? As I could never go alone
I seemed to miss the part where two lovers met and kissed or stood for 20 minuites in a passionate embrace
Then slowley walk together hand in hand in the rain, along the banks of the river of romance, the Siene
I'm not in the lovers photographs, beneath the Eiffel tower or the playful Quasimodo pose outside of Notre Dame
You won't see me in any of them, for I was never there, because while my lover travelled I stayed and built a home, a place we could call our own.
But bigger and better was never enough your greed for things was just to much then one day off you went as you didn't hear a word I'd said
To you by now I was simply staff and just like them I was sacked
But now alone I look at things and know what I can do
Change the way I look at life and why I never went with you
For Paris is for lovers and not just those who share the rent
So one day I'll go to Paris, even if I am alone
I shall walk the streets and see the sights that lovers call their own
Who knows If I'm the only one who needs to make that trip
Do others think of it the same in reverence and wish?
One day i'll go to gay Paris and a blank post card I shall send
"From Paris" with a smiley face
"I learnt to love myself".....
A picture of the tower or a snap outside the Louvre
Unsigned
No senders address
From Paris
With Love
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.
Im thinking of forever while slowley fading away.
Oh such clear thinking on a cloudy day.
A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.
The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.
Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.
A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such
a cloudy day.
Im not blind yet for years
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.
Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.
A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.
First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.
To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in
a stranger and depend.
Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.
A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.
From this loves eternal bliss my heart should never
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a cloudy day.
Oct 20, 2009
Oct 20, 2009 at 7:55 AM UTC
Frozen was the ground warm was the flesh.
A total whiteout.
Yet not a single curve was missed through
such thin mesh.
She spoke frozen in the moment
to every word she said.
So cold was the night.
Warm was the bed.
Deep within passion written with
with a kiss.
Warmth cannot be ignored.
Even on a snow covered night like this.
Snow drifts slowley as i view
the moon's light illuminate your
silhouette as across the room you slowley walk.
Confessions in the key of plessure
with such gentle pillow talk.
Ice cicles and love bites.
Memories etched deeply within are hearts.
From these lovesick nights.
And as snow does melt.
We will not question every little word said.
Just cheerish the moments.
When cold was the night.
And warm was the bed.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 2:54 AM UTC
Page unwritten hand never to be
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.
And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.
Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.
Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.
Dellusion speaks well amoungnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts
everyone pretends.
Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 5:38 PM UTC
The sun it rose in monochrome it slowley dipped to grey
The TVs going digital and all of us will pay
Its not the way the BBC was set to run it seems
But now the bloke who holds the reigns has come from ITV
So what of all the lower class the plebs with CRT
They never asked for digital or freeview if you please
But now in Tonys golden age I sit in dark despair
The poor old sods who put him there for them he never cared
He's taken every penny the pensioners ever got
And to thank them for their every vote hes turned their tellys OFF!
Bye Bye Tony and mind the door doesnt hit you on the **** on the way out.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
Is there a place where we cross paths, a distant movie screen. Your blue dress sliding from the bones exposed on your shoulders. Where your eyes would slowley raise as they focused in on mine. As the background of flickering candles cast shadows along the walls and two shapes become one.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Im so ******* tired it pains me to dream
of a promise of tommorow.
The past held moments Im a dreamer without vision.
A mud puddle reflecting many thought's *******
up and so very unclear.
The bottle's company my only true friend.
They see me as nothing but a fool.
I hate the prison that has become
my soul.
The state fair trinket broken hearts
and cotton candy.
A fargone memory in the lifeless
air.
I could play the role or act the *******
Ive slowley become.
Pull the trigger and paint the legend.
Free the fool and cast the sunset of my days.
But im addicted to there praise.
Slave to exceptance losser to the big win.
Have the courage to show your face.
Goodbye for now .
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
Into eye's I see distant reflections of that person
only they see.
The jokes told,lies shared,soul's in rapture over
the iced hell.
The forms fill my thoughts yet never trouble my mind.
That embrace of emptyness.
She can never understand.
******** we are selfish giving to all.
Not sharing with a soul.
I cannot conform to a life not my own.
Bitter the king hold's court.
With a jester apon his throne.
How can I yern for thoose eye's I shall
never fulfill.
Act's of one are pale to the truth of none.
Were the addicts that which we may never score.
Lost in the promise blind to reality's lie.
Broken is the heart I've taken from myself.
To shun the happiness on a single chances wealth.
The eye's in the darkness cut through me never seeing
the man beyond the words.
Burried in a agony of endless guilt.
Contact of another isnt the reason.
Bliss is moments to **** the pain.
Caught in my vices like a fool slowley going
insane.
The lights cast shadows yet it's me who's
hiding.
Punchline's and simple flirts season's in
hell.
A vacation underneath a darklit sky.
I stand frozen in life free of form.
Lost as any leaf apon the waters of a oncoming storm.
Battles in soul losses in heart.
Togather in madness.
As strangers we part.
Bleeding to death living for seconds.
Sharp in contrast unclear in time.
She cries for the man and ignore's the stranger
he's become.
The eye's remain blind.
Seeeing as illusion.
Living as I die.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
Beneath the earth in tomb I lay trapped in night.
I hear the voices speaking yet cannot reply.
They mourn my death yet no not my living hell.
As I struggle to scream no words can I release.
I hear the words dust to dust yet I am alive.
I here the coffin begin its final journey into
its bed of earth.
And as I am erased from memory I am
slowley buired alive.
No one to hear. Unable to move I am but trapped within a shell
and burried within this cacoon of sering heat.
The air growing thin every breath burns my lungs.
Why can I not speak why must I suffer?
I strain but no words do escape my throat.
In darkness I lay waitting wishing to slip into a final
rest to escape my burning torment.
Strangled slowley in the devils arms.
Death a promise yet a far off nightmare
from this hell in which I exist.
Blind in life and bound in death.
A tear escapes my eye leaving a trail down my cheek.
The last water i shall know of heat and salt.
My last vision of darkness and the emptyness
from which there is no escape.
I pray to at last embrace the words.
And understand the true meaning of.
Goodbye!
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:41 AM UTC
On a sunrise as in a thought.
We are lost for choices become hollow as
the smile becomes a mask.
Shackles cut into flesh trikles down the wrist
traces of the remains of what never shall be.
In a morbid sense i respect the empty hours
and cherish this isolation like mistress
that wait's for my return.
Flesh for canvas painting's in tone's no longer
a direction slowley we drift.
Taken from the scene another will always replace.
As a wheel has no end the start is a mystery
none care to solve.
Why mask reason when insanity we share?
Whom will erase my page?
Only to recreate my line.
Im headed for that slow decline.
In delusion I exist as in darkness
I fade.
A scroll none can see.
A vision seldom shared.
To gasp for air is to strangle apon
life the empty words crash to collect dust
in my cluttred life's floor.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 3:16 PM UTC
Such beautiful stitches
they dress you it seems
and shows me how real you really are
like a fallen angel cut by the sharp edge of a shooting star
beauty painted with beauty
ruined yet Inproved
Ugly more touchable
now that you're wings have been removed
so much like me, now that you're scared
so much more unclean, Closer To my heart
now that you're in the Gutter
a maggot like me can crawl all over you
distroying you
eating you
slowley....
Till you are festered and frayed
I am you're maggot sweet angel...
I will consume you now.
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
When you know the answer then why wait for the question?
maybe it was just to make her squirm in that last sense of right I knew all that was wrong.
She knew it would hurt and so she avoidng the words.
Hiding her own happiness to allow me my dellusion tinged misery.
At the table the candle slowley burned casting a glow only
causing the shadows to stir.
We spoke more in silence than in words.
My male ego feuding with itself.
Yerning to cause the pain that was already
eating at me secrets burn a hole in the rational mind.
You ***** I imagined yelling causing only me to appear more of a fool than I already was.
But the silence said it all.
Sliding the drink aside looking into the eyes i could never truley understand.
And in my loss i saw the beauthy and saw her emptyness
with me she would only know.
the moonlight reflected apon the water is but a reflection
of what we need only look up to see.
It takes love to say goodbye.
as outside in the nights air we needed that last embrace to
remind us of the emptyness that we shared.
Into her eyes I gazed as within her soul I spoke.
No false hope tasted within that kiss.
As paths part life does change and the chapter is closed.
The happy lie tempted my heart as she vanished into
her life.
Perfume cast her scent as the pen kissed the page.
the ghost's off memory haunt me eternal.
But never was is my life.
As my love yerns more for what her's could be.
The darkness my home always tempted with the
promise of light.
Closed is that fragment of heart.
As the candle's apon the table slowley kissed the darkness
as trail's of smoke trace the scene.
I knew it was over befor she spoke the final words.
But no matter the experience nothing.
Prepares you for the hell of waiting for goodbye.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
I dream of the summers apon a distant shore.
Visions of a paint by number life.
And old friends I seldom think of anymore.
In my mind I live in a world that does not exist.
As the smoke flows off into a night here I stand .
Dreams so endless apon my command .
Trying to mask my feeling's underneath a smile.
Another drink cements the mask for only
a little while.
Ive tasted passion kept warm in sin.
Kept sweet secrets acted as only friends.
Torment does linger from all ive kept locked within.
She can be with him but is no stranger to me.
trapped in a game.
The soul slowley breaks of what can never be.
The clown must wash away the face paint
every night to so his sanity can remain.
That vessel haunts these sheets.
Calmness on the cusp of a life insane.
Im a madman to the blind eye to this world
im forced to exist to which to many give in.
My mind roams free.
As my soul and true voice stays locked within.
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes
it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear.
I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope.
To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone
telling him to stop wasting his time.
I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women
every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it.
I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell
in the spirt of the west the ***** parlors and brothels spirt still linger.
I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster.
Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil.
Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the
empty range for my return.
I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone
stale.
The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company
I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a
unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse.
Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape.
Some may call me crude crazy insane some even ****** and
liar and thief.
But aside from thoose compliments.
No matter what you may call me.
Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:03 AM UTC
Slowley, a step at a time
Intensely focused, listening
For the ice she walks upon strains
It strains to hold her
He waits to hurt her
She never hears it crack
Never ever
But feels the pain of the blow
The hurt, the erosion
Each time the ice becomes thinner
Thinner until she dares not walk
Dares not talk
Then she is lost
Then a life raft
An escape
He is gone
He is exposed
Now who's scared
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
She looked to me as child to understanding teacher.
I needed not to speak just the nod spoke all that was needed to say.
The razor met tender flesh as her eye's spoke the true plessure of the sting.
The crimsom trail traced her arm leaving bliss and regret washed clean.
She carved the words so gracfully into her arm her pain gave the passion
to my wicked fire.
She yerned to please and I to embrace the darkness that I pulled from her light.
Such a stupid creature can they not understand there is no true understanding.
Campassion is a tide of emotional ***** left in a gutter of despair.
Teenage agony did he hurt you to bury your tears in tormented scar and
faded composition book.
The sheep was struck by the snake and found shellter in arm's of the wolf.
Deeepr my dear I comanded erase the memory my smile hidden
cast a shadow over my evil cloud of soul.
Deeper bleed the pain in a moments fatal embrace.
Her eye's met with tears and faded slowley as the **** was sliced how sweet
death a beauty I do adore.
The word cast a scar and a final statement inwhich I did and will never embrace again.
Love cast a crimson pool canndle lit chaos she died a angel in demons splendor.
As I stood above her viewing the art of her demise.
I read the word carved so deeply in her flesh.
And after the release of a fire to nothing i had to reflect.
Kissing thoose lifeless lips my smile embraced light.
My stupid sweet girl when will you learn.
Love sometimes is so very lethal as well as messy.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
What is the true cost,
People see one another in red.
There's no bonding as
Love and humanity slowley die.
The brightness in the flowers
Blends sadly with the greenery.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
I think at early age i saw the truth and its harsh light.
The dreamer was a sweet idea the reallity a cold *******
The poets to weak often found comfort in there vices.
The washed up often found a finale page in there brains being splattred across the room.
And the wise often found themselves wanting foolish
things.
Love it was a word often used and seldom felt.
It was that fix down Church street it was a score for a moment a regret at best.
Love i hate it's existance it was the mirage that I saw in a cool nights fog
It called me once and killed me slowley one bad choice at a time.
Im not saying the young couple in passion is a time bomb waitting to
turn into a disaster at any second.
Im just saying it wouldnt catch me in it's aftermath.
The washed up thought it made them immortal.
The dreamers thought of it as air.
And the wise were to busy avoiding it at all cost's.
But the broken saw it as paper sailboat caught in a storms drain.
I remeber her well.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 11:30 PM UTC
Breakup's and breakdown's were collected by it's fire.
Old glory and wished apon lies we spoke in that chidish
feeling I'll fondly forever recall.
The scenery changed as the friends like actors in a play.
I bottle up my emotions and keep then in drunken bliss to forever stay.
In a trance brothers shared the words without
a single one spoken between them.
The emotions flowed with the drinks stories were spoken
only to die with the mornings light.
Thoose who fell we spoke of like ghosts never to return.
Ships apon the water we dare not view to long.
Are passion and wants her lips that feeling we
knew had long since died.
Tears hidden within every drop.
Poured courage made bounds of emotions blood.
Reflecting in dim lit thought of bright passions past.
But like a once full bottle loves and cold nights never last.
We understand the roads taken brothers often do.
The old preach from it's fire.
The youth roll there eyes of what they never knew.
Passed around the bottles passion takes a journey into emptyness
Speaking of long nights women who've long since gone.
We laugh in are failures drunk with the
memories shared.
We all slowley fade.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
All the things that are to die for
Are what generally **** us in the end
Alcohol
Tobacco
Sugar
Love
Justice
Truth
Some quickly
Some slowley
Most by our own hand
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
i feel like smiling,,i smiled...
when the cool breeze of this night
sooth ma cheeks & mind
ma memmories slowley open eyes..
& starts telling many stories
i do remember each & every thing
our time together,those movements & events
the foot prints we left in the seashore
still embeded deep stones of love
handing hand together &
chirpping for hours & hours,ofcourse evryday
no way to forget the bloomed lillies at
the heights , we climbed together
& ma naughty doings,to make you angry
finally to see that crazy , innocent smile.
& our evening walks to the wisdom of love
you being more & more involved each day
diving through the shead leaves
& finally the pleasure of being at the destiny, we know.
i guss theremight be no steps
to bounce through gloomy fights anymore
but still the snowing hills of understanding.
anyway we'll be together by the next sunrise.
in our way, planting eyes on each other's.for nothing.
even if we don 't utter a word each other
i'm sure there will be cherry trees &
sunflowers of bliss waiting ahead;
to see the waves washing our foot
sky lit diamond stars for ever, when
we woke up & walk to the sunset of our life.
i would , if i get a chance to sit with you
in that autumn eve,on our wooden bench
tell the mumbling wind,
about this asset of my life,perhaps no one knows,
what is this beam of bliss doing in me...
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC