silken skin sliding
a meeting of soles
a poetic union
two warm feet
my feet grip wind
blading through the air
and spiralling a curtain of liquid thought
a slick coating
and now I am hanging
and the colour is dripping
my fingers touch earth
I fertilise my story
and sigh deep into the depths of dark wheat
contained in this body
of abrasive action
string by string
! who are YOU?
to be or not to be is not the question
question it all
I am an angel
nothing here is real
no archetype is powerful enough
to emboss ME
i am air
Originally inspired by the poem Monster
Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.
The sun is a warm distraction
but I am blind to my heaven
and words hit a dark wall,
erected by the king.
I close my eyes
And the words spring…
my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of gold
to weave an exit.
It is a dream and here, my diamond thought hangs
my button, pushed tenderly, brings breath…
my skin stretches
my ladder unravels
find your own way pilgrim…my hand has turned,
sparks and flashes force a rain of little pebbles
like droplets on the ocean…
if only the whale hears my prayer, do I still exist?
my words have hit the king
who pockets them and prepares their return.
I cry in the night
my fingers reach for the sky and moonlight
sitting on tips like points of knife
sharp and beautiful
Am I a wasted thing,
what can quench my thirst for all I need?
I want more
my tongue melts
into light on dark pavement
surrounded by opinions
accosted by adult mouths
My shell is tough but not indomitable
I am one of 7 billion answers
My conviction cripples me
In my defeat I find my wings
an opulent monster,
in my red riding hood…
I give in to the dichotomy and
like silk it slides and gathers
a bloody mess
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
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