Poetry Blogs (2020, dreamscape)
Through the cuts of snares, nothing to rest till the evening swallows, these counterband thoughts, so wicked and hollow, that they make my heart full of pulse and out they go and strums the kingdom of never coming down boost, never to be me
so chased by gates that alter the heights, and by memories that sweep, or of a different time, whichever came first, only I was speeding against the horns o...
Friday 3rd January 2020 1:36 pm
In choosing to pass
a valley to stars
(to have not and turned dark)
with none to lose
and the slipping memory chasing
the summer night,
as another of the outlier's mischief,
to have caught the directions
of the sunset strip
where the stairs creaked, and the ocean breathed
Friday 3rd January 2020 6:27 am
Why is sweetness doing wrong
Why eyes that make the day seem long
Satisfied, bound, no longer free
Absorbed by a face, pure poetry
Why words that stay and overcome
Why no punctuation, overrun
The current and the wave are one
Unfurled, unbothered, I’m undone
Why velvetness of such a dream
Why unfettered beauty, smudged but clean
A little wire taut, is mean...
Tuesday 16th July 2019 3:45 pm
The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small
“Did you just see that”! The post man exclaimed
“Their the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained
Running across, peering through the small crack
The post man kept looking dropping his sack
“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
Monday 21st January 2019 9:06 pm
I thought I'd write one for you today,
A sweet poem, the sweetest I'd say.
As pure as as the virgin, As true as the tale.
As beautiful as you look to me, Everyday and every night.
Where did I find you ? I may never know and I may might.
I'd do it for you love, I'd do it for your sweet kisses, your little whispers in my ear,
Your breath on my neck and hand rumbling ...
Monday 27th June 2016 10:15 pm
When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by
When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky
Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck
Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck
And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;
we quest for dreams, though bound;
the seekers' hearts will thus preva...
Monday 28th March 2011 7:27 am