Delirious are drooling boys
As beauty will have missed him
Because as she blew him
He missed the deer among the trees
(c) feb 2016
writing
The rainbow forgot
I am all the colours the rainbow forgot
Grey, black and teal
I am the have nots
And I was born
Grey bubble gum
No one knew
Of the thoughts
I’d provoke them to chew
And I was born
Teal cigarettes
The signs were in the smoke
They couldn’t forget
And I fell into
A pot of black paint
At a young age
They called it Matt black
Who’d have thought it
Think about it, what’s my name?
I am the colours the rainbow forgot
I am the have nots
(c) 2016 Jan
Dancing shoes
I put on my dancing shoes
In bedlam
Or is it Alcatraz
One can’t tell
When you’re on the razz
Shiny brown shoes
Got on my suit too
Slick my hair back
I’m a silverback gorilla
Wanna put on a fight?
I’ve got fists of fuckin’ Dynamite
Golden rings on fingers
You’ll be goin’ ‘ome in blisters!
So put on ya dancin’ shoes
I’ll put the grit
Back in ya grin!
(c) 2016 March
Faceless
I’m taking on my demons role
staring him in the face
I take a step back
Sharpening my knife
I reject the monsters bark
Cutting his mask
From my face
It’s been sewn on
And underneath
I become no one
Which is a new monster
In of itself
What have I done
I stare at my nothingness
Mouth gaping open
Without a sound
But I can hear my scream
Inside my labyrinth
Who am I
What am I meant to be?
(c) Jan 2016
Venice
Her eyes a painting
In Venice
A boat made of Oakwood
Glossed to a perfect shine
Making my way through
The iris, a tunnel in her eyes
Lost in the turquoise reflections
Of an art painted to perfection
In the night
The frame changes
In her eyes
The moon reflecting
On ripples of water
As we take a canoe
Paddling on through
“Were you even listening to what I was saying?”
She smiles, wine glass just below her lips
A pendant hanging just above her cleavage
I smile back
Back in the room
Must have been dreaming.
(c) 2015
Together
In a field of yellow flowers
I sit with my guitar
In front of me is a piano
That had fallen from the sky
Then a woman comes and plays along
And together in sync
We begin to sing
This is our time together
Let’s keep some mystery
Lots of things to find out
Plenty of things to dream
So hush, baby
Don’t tell me all your secrets
We’ve got time for that
Anyway they’re just so darn good to keep
When the night falls
Together we will sleep
The spiders won’t matter
Cause we’ll be deep in dream
(c) 2015 Posted on previous blog
Mastery
With the thud of the feet
A heart that refuses to admit defeat
With sweat upon my brow
And the blood shed as I take another hit
I shall not bow out!
Too late, gotta hold it now
Let the blood drip
From my lips
Look into my eyes
you’ll see the beast
He’s been unleashed
Out on the prowl
Ready to take it
Break it
Tear down these walls
So tired, I didn’t think I could make it
I prayed to a god I didn’t believe
Said “Please, god, forsake me”
And he handed me a sword
Said “We’ll battle this one out son”
And so the beasts have run
“Who is your enemy?” he asks me
to which I replied “Everybody! The world! Even me”
“Only one of them is correct, my son”
And that’s when I saw
My reflection in the silver
And I knew then, I knew
The number one worst enemy I must master.
(c) 2015
Posted on previous blog
Crimson red
On our breaths
Secrecy lingers
We don’t know why
But we’re like
Strangers
We never meant
For this to last
Wipe it all away
It’s in the past
But still we’re stood here
Melancholy whispers
In the breeze
A silence that lingers
Like a ghost amongst the trees
All the blood that has been shed
In secrecy
Will mess with our heads
And you will walk away
Nothing said
Just a stream flowing through it
Crimson red
(c) 2015
Haunting me
I’m frozen
In the presence of your absence
I stand here
In silence
And in
That silence
I don’t
Find peace
Just sadness
In abundance
Wanting
You
My lips
Needing
You
My heart
The silence
A whisper
The atmosphere
You linger
Like a ghost
Haunting
Me
2014 (c)
Red
I heard her footsteps approach
I poured me a drink and settled down
She wore red shoes and a red dress
Red lipstick and her handbag matched too
But inside she was mismatched just like me
“Red is the colour of passion” she had always said
My face shrouded by cigarette smoke
She peered through said
“Smokin’ another nail in your coffin I see”
Hands on her hips
Glaring back at me
Till she tore that cigarette from my lips
“I aint seeing you croak on my watch”
She had that sultry look in her eyes
And I was duty bound
Got up and took her into the night
Nothing needed to be said
In the silence we mutually agreed
To paint the night in red
written 2015 posted on previous blog(c)
