Sunday wordle: Doing nothing

Raindrops streaming down windows
fingers tracing a line
doing nothing
Slinking into the shadows
away from the fray
being idle, watching the rain
nothing to do, or say
no need to try
everything just is something
you’re not dazzled
like a moth
with all those blinding lights
glaring back from the sheen on the streets
like foxes eyes
the night a predator
sharp and free
but you won’t be the prey
in which it seeks

Shared words: Poem 2 – Castles in my eyes

The reflection of castles in my eyes
take me away from this mundane life
the turrets marking the sunrise
my head a balloon floating on the clouds

down there on earth the sirens permeate our lives
a journey through emergencies
pulling the strings of our hearts
always being sold ‘discoveries’
with promise that it will be a new start
all that excitement of new eras
before they pull us apart





Candyman

In the highway of your unconscious mind
Do you remember
I was a jester, a clown
trying to turn your frown pink
with those fluffy candy clouds
and we rode that ride with the face
streaming lights in our eyes
illuminating our carnival of rust
but I am not the kind of man
that can have friends with complications
so I took you on a trip
to chloroform dreams
and most preposterous of all
is I don’t know why I do such things.


Words used from comment by Poetpas


This poem has no bearing on reality, I have no friends…..

Also ‘carnival of rust’ inspired by one of my faverouite songs with that title.

Sunday Wordle: Break apart

Do you still decry my heart
after all these years
since you watched me fall?
And in your tunnel vision
do you sense
I’m still married to the squall?
do you scry the skies
and see
A little boy who didn’t want to mend
fallen into manhood
trying to break apart
peacefully piece by piece?

In the hopes that in my nothingness
peace could be contained
in all the scattered shards of me

Lyrics: Can’t breathe


Sometimes when I can’t quite figure out how to write an idea I get my guitar and play it (badly) and often the strumming brings words out and I will sing (extremely badly) any thoughts that come out of my head.

No I can’t really write music, I just strum a long and see what flows. My guitar playing is…. bad. So I don’t have music to this, and no, I really, really, can’t sing! So it will have to remain written only.

This anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea
I can’t breathe
And I’m supposed to make a recovery
but when I leap up to the surface
I can’t breathe
A fish out of water
in society

And all the people
talk about the likes of me
‘what and who should they be?
I love freedom
look at me
but lock him up
he’s a freak.’


And this anxiety
has filled my lungs with the sea
I can’t breathe
I leap to the surface
a fish out of water in society
and I can’t breathe.

We should open up the circus
he can be an orca in a tank
bang your hands and feet against the glass
provoke him and you’ll see
he will seethe
and that will confirm our beliefs

And this anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea
And I can’t breathe
And I’ve got to make a recovery
in this fucked up society
and I can’t breathe