Sunset encroaches

Filmy white clouds of translucent dust,
Cotton white puffs of wispy delight.
Pastel delicacies that frame the skies;
Sunset beacons of twilight's pose.
Delicate bursts of forgotten light,
Seep forth, then sink once more.
Encroaching joys of days gone by;
Sunsets delight and mind sets flight.

Skies

Troubles immerse in patterned skies,
A burden of light,
A hope dying flight.
Pictures of skies immersed in thoughts,
Capture days of life's perfect bliss.
Starlings that glide in umber burnt skies,
The glowing demise of life's cycle of light.

Faded message

Portrayals of life engrossed together,
Immersing strong,
Repelled, not together.
Forces of an ebony skin
Dwell little longer;
Canvases emotional wreck.
Life's painful creation.
Hope beckons me nearer,
Surrounding me with your pain -
Thoughts of uncontrollable revery
Seep through, and I cannot control
My emotions no more.

Life

Trust emotions;
Born of fragile specks from life,
The darkness begins to take hold.
Glimmers of mania flicker in your eyes,
Dallying briefly for all the world to see.
Gracious pathways from fragile
Days gone by -
Longing diminishing each time we speak.
Life begins to thus fall apart;
I can no longer see the diminished eye.
Beacons from fragile Earth's fading light
Dwell mere seconds longer.
Each kiss becomes erotic,
Painfully mournful.

My everlasting darling

My desire is that you were here; here in my arms for eternity
Because when I’m in your arms; in your warm secure embrace
The world seems for once in harmony
I seem for once not in pain; nor sorrow or regret
You look into my eyes; filled with compassion and devotion
You kiss my happily surrendered soul; so pure and innocent
Our desire for each other; everlasting and or undying
When I’m with you I feel that I’m finally pulled away
Out of this world of insanity and madness!
I feel my heart beat rapidly when you look into my eyes
I take in your gorgeous face,
When we kiss I feel our two souls intertwine as one,
Running from reality happy to be living this dream,
Willing to fight the world to keep our soul alive!
You’re my lover and best friend,
You have made my world surreal,
You made me content with myself; absolute
You have made me feel for once instead of agony; happy and love!
You gave me my life,
And I want you to know,
That I will always be here for you; 

throughout the good, bad, the tears, and smiles
That we will be together forever as one,
And my love for you is eternal; 

it will in no way come to its end.

Buried Hearts

Warmth of delicate notes,
Fragrances from persona's mixed:
Least forgotten, buried amongst
The sands that time forgot. Once lost,
Memories recover the fragrances;
It feel lost no more.
Chosen nights earned no more.
Pain felt goodbyes and
Eclectic sounds pulse from heartbeats raw.
Memories, deluded into one's forgotten,
Remnants of hope merged now into pain.
Chosen to believe in reckless love,
Yet chance forsakes our misread hearts.

Your breath

Your lips taste like the poems that I 

can recite by heart 
and your mind 

is the medium where two seas part. 

Your eyes are filled with blossoms 

that burst out 
in spring. 


Your voice is all the melodies 

I’ve ever tried to sing.

Your touch is the first day of autumn 

and like the leaves, I fell. 


I love you with every atom inside me, 

every fibre, every cell.

Every season lies in your smile 

and every ocean crashes in your eyes. 


I’ve let the tides wash me 

away to your soul of sunrise.

Winter dreams

So cold is the wind that blows your hair. 

So warm is your touch upon my skin. 

How tired am I of being scared, 

But how awake am I now that I know you’re here.

'Cause I'd rather fight with you than laugh with another. 

I'd rather freeze in your arms than be warm under covers. 

I'd let you hit me before I ever let you hit the floor.

And I’d rather choke than to breath in your absence. 

I’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion. 

I’d rather die on the day that I give you a kiss 

Than spend the rest of my life knowing I never did

So just hold me and tell me that I’m everything you need. 

Tell me that, that lonely little heart of yours that I’ve been dying for, 

Ain’t out of reach. So if you’re looking for some proof 

that there’s a heart inside of me 

Then lace your fingers between mine and you will see it start to leak. 

And I know you’re not a crutch but I can hold you when I stand 

‘Cause I am living for your touch but I would die to be your girl.

Let me look into your eyes like I am searching for your soul. 

Wrap my arms around your waist like it is dying from the cold. 

Run my fingers through your hair like they are water from the drain. 

Press my lips against your back like they could take away its pain. 

To give you everything, there is nothing I won’t do. 

Dump my heart into a blender just to pour it out to you. 

And I know you’re feeling tired. 

Just let me hold you for a bit. 

Dive my face between your thighs until I cannot feel my lips.

I know that you think I’m kind of odd. 

But if your love was a mountain, I swear that I’d climb to the top. 

I’d tell you “you’re lovely and everything I’ll ever need, 

And I’d give you my all if you’d just come and stand next to me."

Naked Palms

Last night I dreamed of reading naked palms.


And when I say naked I mean 
without skin.
 

And when I say without skin I mean
 bone 

Is so much more a thing
 than flesh.



All that smooth to cover the rough 
that 

Built itself up to bring you here. 


Offered you sacrifices of blushes and right. 

Much as you did not want this. 


Much as you sought to cover 
the 

Carcasses with ordinary things.


And when I say ordinary things I mean


What’s more ordinary than life.

Or death? 

There is something to be said for divination. 


Yes, even sorcery. 


Poems and everything else
 we stutter and wield. 


So I read the bones from the wrists down.


The way they gather moss
like stones beneath my hands.


The way they are.
 

Bald as an abrupt winter.
 

Speaking of everything 
the skin would promise 
to hide.

If I were to date you...

If I were to date you,

Let us think of it this way
I know that our love is 

More than naked bodies. 


Twas the night we sat on the 

Railroad tracks 
when we both discovered 

Our hearts are the 
color of stoplights, 

But we could never be stilled. 


They were too frantic—

Shaking our chests, like 
a drum, 

Yet it was rhythmic. 

We were in a trance.



You told me that the capillaries in your lungs


Felt like tiny upside down trees. 

I have always 
been connected with 

The veins in my hands. 


They remind me of a river. 

I cannot explain 
why, 

But you were never afraid to tell me

That 
we are intertwined with the veins in my hands. 


Your skin and mine together. 

I imagine the trees
 in its purest form 

And the river is inhaling quietly.
You and I are still at the train tracks. 


Our hearts are still shaking, 

But 
We are naked and pure.

Down the rabbit hole

Tumbling, falling, quickly so
Amongst the grassy banks and earthen dwellers,
The remnants of ages gone by, facts and stories buried deep.
Moist and damp the crevasses writhe, yet amongst the shadows
A harmless omen or two delves deeper, claiming the darkness
With secrets to shed.
Swiftly and frantically light gradually fades,
Resonating a beacon from outside dimensions.
Narrow hollows and rabbit holes look feeble now
Compared to the portal of mystery and awe.
Adventure awaits in miraculous flair;
Challenges to be faced in worlds and dreams unknown.

Forgiveness

Memories eclipse the heartfelt goodbyes
As I pray to the skies and look for a sign.
Understanding I crave for my minds bitter sake
Yet, only darkness consumes me inside.
What light never will, darkness conveys
An eclipse from life's cruel ends.
Beating heart from troubled convictions,
Now the only sign of life.

Daylight

Fading light, sunset's demise,
Radiant spectrum's of fire.
Dancing bright, starlight's delight,
Across opal darkening skies.
Pastel merges of colour decomposes
Patterning the fading light.
Burnt umber streaks,
Now merge and collide up above.

Treasured caresses

Brushed fingers against barest skin,
Lightly traced circles in arcs.
Kisses mixed in amongst caresses
Enveloped in a heavenly embrace.
Joy in the simplest of touches
Yet a beauty within each minute passing.
Hearts beating together as one;
Embraced in others warmth,
As we lie there, just like that.

Empowered

An eagle darts and plays in follies high,
Nestled in amongst the sky.
The dazzling sun begins to gleam
And beats down on tree-tops heads.
Lives soaring up above in deafening silence
In amongst harmonies flights.
Freedom's hold is within our grasp;
Intermittent with peaceful thoughts.

Craving

Pulsating beats
Ringing the veins
Darting in bursts of life
Till they collide
And reach the heart strings,
The lonely tendrils
Of forgotten love
Hidden in chords
Shrivelled
Plump with living breath.
Minds reflections,
The inner sanctity
Of past lovers
Intoxicating passion raging
Dreamless state
Void of all emotion
Lacklustre in the dark.

Ripe peaches

If you love women...
Buy ripened peaches
Not the fresh ones
That crisply break
And crunch between teeth
They taste good
But they won't teach you anything
So buy ripened peaches
The kind you know
Is going to dribble down you chin
And is going to make a mess

Cutting

The revenged beating,
Turmoil encased beneath molten flesh
Bruised and scared
Repetition finds me near
Scars fading each slice repeats.
Memories fade into plain sight
Echoes of each trace
Deepness in each stroke.
Pierced skin akin to broken flesh
Painted for life
Misery in lines
Dragged from blunt edges.

Indecisive - slave

Decisions that mix and form lengthy chains,
These shackles holding you down
And restraining your mind.
Chords that cut deep,
The fibres rough and coarse to the touch
Mixed with the sweat of hours of relent.
Forged in hatred and bound by fear,
The knots of forgiveness
Too brutal to untie.
Coarse fibres stained
And renewed with each encounter,
The hessian garments
Soaked to the bone.

Guilded presence

Turned pitch black,
The dust that settles on pitched fork tongues
Merged in the air, heavy with fumes.
The scented beads of sawdust and pine
Colliding in amongst the hay bales and thyme.
Sunlit air in flourishes of golden breaths,
Shrouded in a hazy plume of summer delights;
Bird song, apple blossom and Mayfair dances.
The fireside ashes
Hued and fashioned from fallen oak boughs
Scattered on dry, parched grass by the fireside
Soak up the damp dew on the grass under shade.
Sedgy patches of daylight
Haunt under bellies of shady trees.

Brooks

Babbling brooks and trickling streams,
The flurry of fresh water
Grazes jagged rocks.
Gentle breeze, fresh from pastures new,
Seeps through the branches, scattering leaves.
Heavy oak boughs sink
Upon the weight of laden leaves,
Whilst mossy stumps enclose the rocks
In shady patches beneath trees.

Wishing for luck

Have you ever seen pennies in a well?
The sparkled copper plated strands
In amongst the blue?
The royal heads or devil's tails
Jumbled amongst them all.
Penny for a wish
And penny for your thoughts,
Luring you in for more.

The workhouse

Laboured strides
Engulfed in pride
Amid a workforce strong.
Darkness amidst a dusty air
And wooden flooring boards.
The thrum of cotton machines
Rings deaf in workers ears,
Cloth and milling
Entwined as one;
Slavery at it's peak.

Drizzle

Ragged drops
Moisten spots
Trickling down
In dancing clouds.
Tomorrow brings
A showers downpour
Amongst the rays of light.
Nothing but a dancer's storm
Cold wet drops
On blushing cheeks.

Chained

Drummers beat inside my mind
Eclectic thoughts in disarray.
In amongst the murky waters,
Encased in locks and chains,
Lives the heart of all my fears.
To love and to loose
Immersed as one
Never relenting
Increasing each time.

Forest glades

Gnarled stumps hidden in moss.
Trickling brooks meander through trees;
Plentiful flowers bloom by tree roots
In amongst the grassy stumps.
Larks sing from treetops perch
High in amongst the leaves.
Nature's call from dewy drops,
Clear from skies of jade above.

Passions embrace

Lover's touch
Mourning tears
Embedded in the morrow mist
A lurking passion
Of lustful waste.

Entwined as one
Amongst the dazzling heat
Winter's faded grasp
Frosts bitter retreat.

Autumn

Umber shreds of torn leaves, jewelled
Creations dabbled upon moisten
Soil of beaten core.
Foliage, beaten from weathering
Harsh and frequent have lain
Waste to the incarnations -

Past delicate shoots and earthen
Remnants of springs call.
Nature eclipsed by nature;
The silent breath of each fern,
Bud or sapling chorused by
The nature cycle of another day.

Everlasting passion

Tapered chords,
Edged between earthen sculptures
Foreshadowing an inner secret,
A tenderness of lost souls.

The hourglass of time;
Kiss of hope trickling through
Jeweled offerings - sparkle
Of enlightenment inspiring
Beauties inner grace.

Exposure to the frontage,
Radiance embraces the
Tender mounted breast,
The bosom of alluring definition
Unfolding with each breath.

Desire to taste the eclipse
Of my soul - secrets spilling
Upon a sultry musk of intoxication
Prevailing from kissed reflections.

Poetic kisses amongst the
Pages of life's existences
Evocative freedoms of a
Sinuous kiss, sweet and fresh
Amongst wet lusters of desire.

Intimate tenderness in
Caressive meaning,
The scent of your perfume,
Senses of illusory vision.

Through cascading dances of
Seductions; intimate curves
Of womanly form, a blanket
Of love, Caressive emotions.

Woodland hunts

Mottled fur, matted with the
Hunt consumed prior days
Gone by, slowly stalking and
Pursuing his prey from afar.
Dampened fuzz torn from
Caged limbs and heavy breaths;
The circles of the hunt, tailed
And perceived by the king of
The woods. Yet, constraint
Holds him back...
The weather yields not to
The moment nor to the
Forages of the hunted:
Preyed and vulnerable to each
Moment it's haunches are raised,
It's freedom short lived next
To the prospect of
Another day to live.

Cornfield

Flaxen damns torn from
Corn-cob buds, ripe to
The harvest, fresh to the touch.
Treasured pouches of golden grain
Removed, almost strokingly,
From its grasp.

Famine

Structural components
Skeletal muscles
Fabricated joints
Hollow eyes,
Daunted and scared,
Tremors lips
Parted mouth,
Quenched and dry,
Saliverous chords
Disappearing trickles
Moisten remnants
Life depletion
Skeletal structure
Yet human.

Like Darkness and Stars

Like darkness and stars
To be close you must be apart
Like storms within the spring
You must be quiet in order to sing
You must follow to have a choice
Whisper to raise your voice
To love you must know hate
Know the past if you want to create
To happy you have to be sad
You must be upset to be glad
Because like darkness with the stars
To be close you must be apart

Crying

Rough tumbling tears
That know no bound,
Rushing in platted streams
Amongst the rouged cheeks
And mascara streaks
Playing havoc on the milky complexion;
A heartbeats echo
Until the cycle repeats again
In a full circle of morbid affairs.
The blotchy patches concealed
Beneath salty pathways,
Encrusted powder and crystal streams.

Facade

Full-plump lips emphasis
Rouged cheeks of rose-bud stain
Dustings of silk and coloured
Glitter trails around molten eyes.
Lashes graze beneath the hairline
Etched and purposes to frame
The guilt picture that hangs
In front of the watcher's eyes.
Teasing smiles, playful and quirky,
Different on the pallet of youth
And ageless perfection.

Bedroom motions

Tangled threads
Stripped sheets
Ravelled ribbon
Cotton clouds;
Shredded tissue,
Crepe and duchene
The fabric softens in
A glance of warmth
In hands.
Threaded tree string
Woven wool
Crinkled canvas
Tea stained sheets;
The inky patches blended
With age, veins of ink
Spreading, colliding
In streams.

Flying

Flying and soaring, to glide up above,
'Mongst treetops and brambles
Where birds deftly perch.
Breezes and gusts that blow you off course,
Spinning around in the sparkled blue haze.
Bright flutters of scent that dance though the air.
The fluttered beat leaves dappled on trees;
Green emeralds of nature
Captured in stills,
The life of a moment, halted in full.

Fading life

Moment-full decrees of a long dying heart,
The pallor of cheeks, whitened flesh.
Each moment comes and alters it's fate,
Lifelong gushes of memories spilled out.
Hope in the moment, fate undying,
It yields a complexion dusted with snow,
Frozen in time, the ghost of a life.

Light

The morning comes;
Sunshine on fluttering butterflies
Gliding in the breeze.
Damson buds shaken roughly
On blooming bushes,
Laden and full.
Ripe fruit free for the picking,
Succulent mouthfuls of water,
Bursting juice -
Sinuous flesh,
Melting in the mouth.

My grasp is fading...

Mere seconds it took to lose you
Yet an age it took to know you.
One look, and you captivated me,
One word, and you broke me.
A note on a gift costumed me with love,
One insult made me turn away in disgust.
A lifetime, I thought, to find you,
Yet your hollow is here, always.

Bedspread

Tapered sheets,
Folded crisply against a
Silk backdrop of drapes.
The morning newborn light
Seeps softly through the panes;
Glass mirrors from the morning air.

Breathless

Each breath that comes
With beating hearts,
A caged sensation running wild.
Rivers of fire and heat
Coursing through the veins,
Constricted heartbeats that
Leap out from the chest.
That time comes soon enough,
To let the mind wander
And thoughts connect as one.

Wind

Ragged breath -
Cold isolation that
Beats down through
Windswept hair and
Rugged steps.
The jaunted feeling
Of loneliness
Consumes thoughts
Until it defines you;
Letting go frees the mind;
Entwining the feelings
And thoughts combined;
A jumbled mess, threads in
The mind collective,
Until it holds us back.

Clawing at my mind

Irreversible thoughts that
Play on the mind,
Twisting and tearing
Out sanctuaries hand,
Delicate touches that
Beat and devour,
Playing the time
Till that final hour,
A moment that comes
And sinks in reverse
A hesitation wanting
To converse.

My dreams and hopes

I sit outside, unable to sleep.
Thinking about what this winter will bring.
The smell of the rain, the thought of you sleeping peacefully,
is enough to make me smile for a day.
To cuddle you in this weather, all winter,
is what I look forward to most.

To watch cheesy movies and play board games,
while watching the rain drops dribble down the windows.
I’ll go for cigarettes, I’ll come back freezing,
but you’ll hug me, to warm me up.
We’ll lay in bed, the sound of the rain, is all we will hear.
We’ll look at each other and at that moment we’ll
know there no place we’d rather be.
I’ll kiss you on the forehead, to remind you I love you,
you’ll smile and do the same back.
We’ll fall asleep, wrapped up in each others arms.
We’ll wake up, and experience it all again.

Golden summers glow

Rose-tinted leaves of
Petal dust hue, the
Seeping soft edges that
Are dappled anew.
Moss edged crevasses,
Stones upturned and array,
Speckled copper embers
Of firefights last day.

Temptation beckoning

Crimson veins against blunt edges
That trail and seem to have no end.
The pounding thrum against coldest skin
Akin to a heartbeats strum.
Longing urges fluctuate in motion
Paced and rhythmically set.

Past truths

Potency of lover's deception
Intertwined with patterned descriptions
Leaving a trail of distance.

No more can I take
From journeys of torment
Leaving my heart torn.

Craving for the one person
Who breathes life's potency,
That craving of lust and passion.

Tightrope

Balancing on a tightrope;
Rope plaited fibres
Intertwined together forming
A complex strand of natural fibres.
The heightening breath that flows
Underneath, the swirled memories
Encased similarly as the
Breath escaping from my mouth.

Ink flow

Curled tails and handwriting trails
Cascading over a freshly white sheet.
Patterns and swirls formed from
Inky penned strokes, dashing
Across indented contours.
The rhythmic words snugly fit
On the pages where they call home.