Tag: Poems

“Don’t die growing up,” a dull moan groans,

in a voice lost long ago.

Life is the moment, not likes on a page;

Not social mind games, labels or names;

Not hypnotised by snake eyes,

in disguise.

A flame burns its might in a crystal ball –

In your warm gaze;

In your gentle glow;

Simmering over now, above

and below.

We can heal our wounds:

With every caress,

You lay on fire,

Your heart to undress;

In our arms

We find our peace –

A place where we

find our final release.

A spark ignites the night;

It’s in your tender touch

that I find my love,

your comfort and trust;

It’s in this moment’s flame

that we can heal again:

The scar that burns.

I was lost alone in the night

wondering where to hide –

There’s no method to my madness,

I was struggling in my sadness;

But then I heard a voice saying

“love is here for you”,

There’s someone who cares for you;

You were born not waiting to die –

Give in to the love for you.

In the deep hazy mists I could see her:

I melted away in one breath

As our eyes met, within death.

Born in chains, fed to the grave:

A one-way trip that leads to nowhere;

The sound of silence that never rests;

A chest that aches,

An endless quest.

You said you loved me –  

A hundred times you lied;

Your words were lies:  

I gave you my love for a hundred lies;

Your lips move, the truth has died.

Night calls and my mind races through

A queue of faces, all thoughts of you –

They fill my head, breaking the fake heart ache

I used to have;

And now I cannot escape from you:

From your embrace there is nowhere to hide;

Your face lives deep inside.

I race from my mistake,

But every disgrace

I cannot shake away…

I wonder, why?

Every moment I am with you,

I have found some truth;

But are you real or are you me?

I only see the reflection of a changing dream:

A hiding place faraway

that shines in sunlight on a summer hill,

Floating up high as I’m washed away –

Survival’s something I will lose anyway.

I thought you were dead,

But then I saw you were still so small

and I began to slip and fall –

Because I wasn’t over you,

You didn’t leave,

You grew and grew,

Until you pulled me down

and down and down,

I’m still falling down;

You give your smile so heavily,

Tender, deadly, dragging me

Right down, down, down and down,

I am falling down;

I found you there from despair,

Hour after hour in the abyss

For a few more years,

For a few more tears,

As cold as stone,

Sitting in the dark all alone.

If you loved, you wouldn’t cause my pain;

But now I see it was all just a game to you:

You wanted me to suffer for you.

And now I see, the truth is in your lies:

You let me in while covering my eyes;

You were just another disguise.

It was always about you;

But that was then and now is now.

I won’t let you bring me down to my knees;

Now I’ll wear the crown –

So hold me as I let you go,

I’m breaking free, taking back control.

With open eyes we’ll find our way,

We’ll leave the past and start some day:

With true love,

I’ll guide us through;

We’ll leave the past and find a new you.

You think you know what’s hidden in my heart?

You think you know what’s tearing me apart?

No, you don’t have clue,

I’ll always be a mystery to you:

I’m the desire burning through,

keeping you up, and down, all night.

You think you know what’s on my mind,

But the thoughts I keep are of a different kind:

I’m the longing that you can’t ignore;

I’m the feeling that you can’t deny;

I’m the rhythm that makes you come alive;

I’m the spark that ignites the flame;

I’m the desire that drives you insane.

You think you know what’s floating through my mind?

You think you know what’s rotting deep inside?

You think you know me, but you don’t know a thing:

I’m a mystery, a puzzle, a song without a ring.

You think you own me, but I’m not your possession –

I’m my own, my one and only obsession.

The truth is you’ll never know, and that’s just fine:

It’s my life, my story and I’ll keep it mine;

It’s mine to keep, mine to reveal,

My mystery, my puzzle, my tale to tell.

I spy with my little eye

Something beginning with a lie:

Thick bliss with a twist,

Jealously deceiving,

Judging and sneering;

Another sadistic statistic

bleeding fear on the journey

from womb to tomb,

dreaming of decay.

Darkly you draw me,

The skulls smile and welcome me,

leaving marks in the light

hiding under the door.

Found by a gentle breeze,

deep smiles of shining beauty

bathed in slowly swirling

Shimmering infinity –

The tender beauty in your eyes,

The warm gaze of a gentle glow,

while face down in questions

talking to the wall;

chemicals fuming tentacles

across an empty sky.

Words can trick and tease,

tantalise and please…

The meaning of life is:

to live

words silenced

with a kiss

Faces, faces everywhere

But not you

Not you, anywhere.

No touch of you

No beautiful you;

Only me and the dark,

Haunted by echoes

Of a once beating heart;

Condemned to yearn

But dead to you –

A figure in the corners,

Behind shadows,

Floating out of reach.

Silence calls

the sound of nothing.

No any

No thing

No deathly

hum.

No ifs

But thank you.

You’re listening.

Wounds of the mind

cling to the familiarity of sadness.

Drip-fed addictions

waste my skin away.

My words are dead.

Life is staring at a broken screen.

The cold face of time

stalks the spinning room:

Clicks staring at the numbness,

Until they stop too.

A once delicate acorn

now shades me;

the leaves breathing

and quivering

with the sun.

Greens and browns heave

the chilled tangles of roots and limbs

and spaces hidden in between.

A warm pulse thaws

the skeletal yearning,

until frozen sighs

return, again.

Unseen,

Fear appears on the pillow

and shakes the shadows;

Casting dreams

with desperate whispers

of days that cannot be.

I am:

I feel;

I touch;

I hear;

I see.

I say

I want.

I try;

I hurt;

I fear.

I hope.

I dream.

I love.

I wonder.

I am

Love desecrates the strangeness.

We pray under crosses, owned by Man

and grovel to bosses, slaves to a plan:

Trapped in the web, of their endless lies,

to be spun from a thread

and eaten like flies.