POETRY
A place where words meet you where you are
When it comes to poetry, my writing takes on many different forms.
It could be about philosophical aspects of life, hardship, love, and hate.
Concepts that are universal to the human mind.
My poems are in the 100+ range, so instead of plastering each and every one here,
I'll just take the time to highlight a smaller more palatable amount:
Stew
I was killed last night.
Right around the time the sun died too.
Slipping from dawns drowse,
To an eerie blue.
I write around the time
the sun dies too.
Words born in the shadows,
Like broth-to-stew.
Melancholy.
Smelling coffee, with a tainted view.
It’s strange.
To ricochet thoughts, off worn walls.
Regret filled balls,
Bouncing through the room.
Time flew.
Wallpaper peels,
Leaving a dull-dampened-blue…
A pot simmers in the kitchen…
The taste of rue stew.
Devil's Dance
There was a party in town.
Its music spoke with a goal.
A chant and calling
To the devils dance.
Bring an empty
love shaped
hole.
That empty, love-shaped hole inside.
Is the perfect place
for sin.
Repeating the fleeting fillers of love.
Lost
in smoke
and gin.
​
Drunk
on every
sin
we find
That the whispers that pull us in.
Leads to the calling, of true love falling.
With the bouncers
It waits
By the door.
Walls Whine
The eerie echoes of silence
Sings a song so still.
The silence
Of an empty room
Offers nothing
But a chill.
Nothing
But a chill.
Like an ice cube
To the cheek.
In the home of life
Empty handed.
Without a paddle
Up a creek.
If these walls could talk
They wouldn't.
They'd whistle a white noise,
Or a whine.
If these walls could talk
They shouldn't.
They'd seek to collapse
And intertwine.
Shine boots
To spit shine
Boots
In battle.
For without care
Your body bleeds.
Grasping at order
Within the chaos.
Like a soldier
Sowing seeds.
Like a soldier
Sowing seeds,
Like a formation
To a fight.
We're soldiers on the frontline.
In the unknown,
In the night.
In the right
Or in the wrong
We still buff up our boots
In battle.
Grasping at order
Within the chaos.
Glaring down life's...
Double
Barrel.
Travellers
We chase love
like travellers.
Looking everywhere but within.
A self-hating heart.
A canvas, no art.
Like a builder with a building of tin.
Like a builder with a building of tin,
It breaks. It shatters. It leaves you in two.
Left to chase love
like a traveller again.
Building buildings with an extra screw.
A Lovers Dream
To wrestle with the concept
Of an undying love.
It’s a concept
Of conviction.
An all or nothing type of tale.
A tale written in the runic rhymes.
From far of times
The song from folklore
Filled with whistles and chimes.
It chirps
To the soul,
yet cannot
Be fully
Fathomed.
Some fear the failure of understanding.
Faced with a dwindling flame.
They grind the concept
Down to a fictional fallacy.
Down to a nub of nihilism.
​
A critique
To a lovers
Dream.
Long-form
Poetry
These poems are in a bit of a longer format.
They come from simple ideas that I then extrapolate
into something with meaning.
Be Bird.
In the everlasting search for ideas,
We often find ourselves finding none.
I want to be more like the birds of the blue.
Let me soar through the seemingly endless skies.
Riding the currents of life, with an effort of effortless elegance.
Let me be the birds of the sky.
Accepting the air, as the motion of life, exerting itself onto me.
It would be silly for a bird to try seize control over the weather and winds.
The natural forces bestowed upon it.
A bird let's go.
Trusting in it's instincts.
Trusting in the natural flow of nature.
So why can't we just
BIRD?
Why can't we just allow our ideas to take flight, without forcing their directions?
One false flutter of the wings, one too many tough take-offs, one too many
thoroughly thought out thoughts... And we spoil it all.
We spoil simplicity and spontaneity.
With our own "Savvy" sense of judgement.
So let me just be like the birds of the skies. Surrendering to the beat of the breeze.
Letting the ideas of the air flow.
A Notion For Nothing
In the endless expanse of this vacuum of darkness we call space.
I seek to settle
On a desolate planet.
I yearn to vanish. Fade into obscurity, to the point where even I cannot trace my way back.
Just emptiness all round.
A speck of nothing.
A dark sea of solitude.
No foundation of fraught memories.
No feelings for familiar figures.
No body to bleed the blood
Of a battered soul.
To disappear completely, lost beyond all sight.
A depth of space, where the twinkle of the stars is nothing more
than a grain of sand to the sea.
I seek to wander in a bodyless form.
Free from all the worldly woes and wants.
I sought to be forever adrift.
A realm where time means nothing. Where time IS nothing.
A place to break the bounds of life's chains.
To be, and to have
Nothing
Is all I want.
Alone.
To seek solace, in the fleeting pleasures of non-existence.
Turning against the empty promises of the world,
and instead embracing the earnest emptiness of non existence.
Short and Sweet
Fill My Lungs.
You’re an ocean.
Pouring the peace of your presence onto me.
​
I’m drowning in it.
Fill my lungs
With your love.
Let them expand.
Swelling up around my beating heart.
A heart that will beat,
To the rhythm
Of your flowing water.
Let me feel
the passionate pressure f your ocean my dear.
Let me drown in it.
Let Me Starve.
Take my love on a silver platter my dear.
Let me starve.
​​
Let me satiate your hungry for happiness my dear.​
Let me love you
till I shrink
To mere skin
And bones.
Heavenly Easel.
You’re a creation that took a lot of care.
God took his time with you.
You were on that easel of his
for that little bit longer.
You were splashed with colour,
Gift wrapped in a heavenly ribbon,
Scented with the sweet smell
of Gods candles
whilst he worked.
When you were gently packaged
and sent down.
Your arrival was met
with a standing ovation
from the angels.
They eagerly waited.
Biding time for your appearance.
The part that baffles me
Is how I
have now received you.
What a blessing you are.
You’re the epitome of art.
God clearly took his time with you.
You were obviously on his easel
that little bit longer.
Heartbeat to Hear.
Let me feel your heartbeat.
Like the thud of a giants steps.
Stomping out the ear-splitting sounds
Of sorrow.
The weapon
To a wicked world.
My Eyes.
Find the real version of you,
In the reflection
Of my eyes.
​
You'll see the expression
of perfection.
And a pupil
Now twice
The size.
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