What we were tonight
29 August 2016
Tonight slipped
From my limp fingers
Grasping none
Life unfair
Chose to pair them open air
Between the spaces
In dream state
I remember touch
We lock hands
In rapture
Hair electric on arm stands
Pulsing the texture
Remember
What we were tonight
When the light
Baleful shines
All the softness undermines
Lost scent of green grass
Reading of the poem:
Nothing really ends – DEUs
The Devil is in details
14 February 2016
The vultures
Tired dark buzzards
Hungry pair
She had hair
He had all but a tight crop
More akin to a mop
They flew high
On their senseless greed
Death doth feed
These creatures
Hidden in despair’s darkness
Black words their prowess
Drip by drip
Intelligence fed
In doses
With slow words
Dictation manure for bred
In pots with roses
Ink to dry
Faces sweet that lie
Grimacing
Rubbing faults
In misheard treasures hunted
Off the grammar’s scales
The fools’ vain
Interpretation
Intent slain
The pair split
Twice the share’s unholy kit
Bleak fraternity
He went North
She headed down South
Where her mouth,
She belonged
The Devil is in details
Sadness wails me pails
Three can play
Only one can rule
In valleys
Of the blind
They say the subject is fool
One-eyed King scurries
Reading of the poem:
Everybody’s fool – Evanescence
Going under – Evanescence
Driving with the Devil – Brasher Bogue
Dance into the Wild
10 August 2015
Darkness splits from light
Silver rays of moon beckon
Unseen worlds will rise
Melodies clamour
Weaving a way through time’s space
Words respond entranced
Entwining souls meet
On the edge of horizons
Where Truths defeat lies
Skin from skin twitching
Palpable as volts shiver
Through frames fitted pair
Night breathes out softly
Moistness of lovers’ embrace
Breathing wilderness
Break away from day
As crows and nightingales bond
Dance into the Wild
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