These Merciless Walls

Captured emotions
tucked away in walls
feeding pain
4-squares a day
then hiding away
in a Trojan horse
waiting to pounce –
for there is no escape,
just winding halls
this subterfuge
of mind and stalls –
where is the victory
when no battles….
are won –
and the darkness of life
is written in shadows
which hold-up
these merciless
walls.

 

Where Is The Light

Death falls from this tree
like a world of dreams
from youth to man –
old branches…
lost leaves.

From vibrant green
to blown through storms
these bruised colours
on tarnished medals
and tattered flags.

From fall to spring
shadowed roots
now rotting –
dark minds unseen.

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Where is the sun
and heartbeat
of summer –
where is the light
of tomorrows…
young!

 

When She Looks

Sometimes
I cry so loud
there is no voice
no sound –
to hear my words
just tears,,,,,
to see my pain –
as it retreats into my light
so the soul
forgets to shine –
but I come alive
when she looks…
into my eyes.

Awash In The Mind

She crossed a line
an imaginary void
one side dark clouds
the other white tides.

He sits against walls
and watches….
as shadows fall –
and wonders….
how to climb.

Two threads
once woven tight
now-----
just barren souls –
awash in the mind.

 

 

 

Fragments Don’t Shine

You make me –
walk the streets
late night and dreams
as hours pass-on by…
while your words
stare at me.

Who are you
to criticise
standing behind
that plate of glass –
because lie’s
and fragments
don’t shine….

 

 

Beauty Of My Mind

If I was dressed in white cotton
I could see the world….
as I begin the day
by flying through the clouds.

If I wore a wrap
and tossed it to the wind
I could sail the sea’s….
until the sun began to set.

But as I stand
and watch the sky –
a vision filled with cotton white
and ponds of beauty –
hues of blue.

I close my eyes….
and feel the wind
as I sail along, and fly –
into the beauty….
of my mind.

 

 

No One

She held my balance
in her gaze –
not a charm, nor arm
to support…..
sustain, or stand –
but when she spoke
it was then I knew
and fell –
between her words
and laid amongst the silence –
this reverie
and place of choice
where no one…..
is judged at all.