I look for peace & harmony no longer
For seeking it is the biggest war
Man has ever waged
writing
In focus
Focused, we fade in
Oblivious to white noise
Silence, like music
Humour
I have possibly posted this before. I admit here openly this is not a poem written today, but was written last year. I’m struggling at the moment to write a poem every single day of April. I’ve tried prompt words, nothing is coming. I’m creatively constipated. So I figured I’d find an old one.
Hearts transparent in the crevices of our smiles
Those who know what to look for
Always find
The sorrow lurking behind
The laughter in their eyes
Humour is a bridge
Over sorrow
Transcending us through the waves
Frothing grievously at our feet
Trying to drown us whole
We laugh at the stench of our morality
Becoming clowns in our own rights
Casting illusions over doubt
Writers block
What to say on the eighteenth sunrise
When the words won’t spin
The wheels in your brain
Scars
Cut my skin
And it’s like bark from a tree
I’m tough outside and in
All these scars tell stories
And every breath I exhale is a thank you
To the scalpels that have scraped
roadmaps onto me
Breath
The earth sighs its breeze
Like it’s following
The deflation of my lungs
And if you listen carefully
you can hear the leaves
Scrape across pavements
Tasting their crunch
on the tip of my tongue
I reach out to the world
My stone face chiselled by salt water
We sigh again
Like the rising and waning of a wave
Turning still
Writing on the spot
I’m getting a little out of breath
Finding these words for this marathon
I think I’m a little out of my depth
Can I keep going on?
Let’s see if I can think of a rhyme
From the top of my head
Hit it
This is my time
Cymbals
Crushing that lime?
Being hydrated is my favourite pastime!
Are you ready for this ragtime
Premonition in song of a good night
Who says I can’t be a one man band
I’ve got it all in my sights!
Look at me man
Drowning in this
What the fuck it is
I don’t know
I’m writing for NaPoWriMo!
The mechanics of feelings
Feelings don’t abide by the ticking of the clock
they don’t align with our linear concept of time
There is no cross on any date
You can mark on the calendar
For when the heartbreak
Has lingered on too late
It’ll stay for as long as it takes
All you can do is ride the waves
As it rises and wanes
Disappears and comes back again
Grinding your gears
Cranking your levers
The mechanics of feelings
Are much too misunderstood
All trying to feel things
We’re not ready for
You can’t put your brain
In a sling
Hope it’ll fix it
by the first day or spring
The notches upon our days
Care none for what you feel
Or if you have or haven’t healed
It just goes on
Each revelation revealed
Solutions found and concealed
And like a water mill
We keep turning and churning
We’re powerhouses
Furnaces
Hidden behind irises
Noise pollution
There is no target
Marching aimless
We sold our souls for individuality
Only to become faceless
And everyone is drawing their guns
Angling for all that is wrong
thinking they’re right
While they flap their gums
Talking utter shite
About things they know none
And the world carries on
Indifferent to this war
Waged with words instead of swords
You might think that’s an improvement
But the wounds aren’t healing this time around
And a hangman’s noose is what brings these soldiers six feet underground
And these words right here are a symptom
Are you the underdog or the villain?
And if you don’t see what’s wrong with that question
You don’t understand what I’m saying
But this poem is part of the equation
So I’m just as guilty as you
I guess we’re all human
I guess I don’t have a solution
I’m just biding my time
A part of this noise pollution
Dancing phantoms
Dancing phantoms
Dressed in rags and blood
Travelled the seas
To eternity
Where our nightmares plucked
us from childhood
