In pursuit of fair romance
oft on deaf ears falls
And screw you Monday too!
In pursuit of fair romance
oft on deaf ears falls
Just some more words on a page…
Entwined and blind we tumble lost
through space like dying suns.
And embers flicker, light grown dim
beyond the stars we slowly spin
and every morning still we seek
forever brighter days.
And skies explode, like tears stars fall
down forever’s inky cheeks
and moon grows feint, and lights go out
alone we still persist
and neither time, nor void, nor night
recalls how bright we burned.
This was one of those I wrote whilst on a call at work. I believe it was all about stakeholder management.
Id say dull but I was hosting it…;)
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Hygiene. It matters.
Close and intimate
personal care neglected
Sweet ardour dampened
A bit more of that deep kinda stuff thats not at all inappropriate.
Drowning in sweet abandon and revelling in disregard
we feed the thirst oft kept in check
with the incessent drip of compromise.
So deep we drink and quickly quench
yet satisfaction evaporates
ripped from our mouths by daylight’s glare
and withered, shallow roots lose grip.
And in the dark as sunlight fades
and shadows creep and cold embrace
my heart ensnares and laughter rings
like church bells in my ears.
I crave you still and wonder how,
and where, and why and who
until at last my mind grows dim
and peace once more returns.
Some of that non rhyming poetry lark.
Though eyes grow dim and final sunset calls
you ever still remain as bright as sweetest summers day.
And soft warm smile my heart delights one final evermore
and no regret, not one, no single moment would I trade.
Upon my door the darkness hurled
and screams to steal first kiss and each one since
though splintered wood lay all about my feet
protected, each defended to the last.
And when I lay upon the cold and unforgiving stone
hands crossed upon my fiersome pounding breast
you call me home and no more will I fight
and drift to sleep at last within your arms
It’s Saturday here already.
Time brings forgiveness
and oft makes right hearts once wronged
forgiveness once more
Well that’s some miserable shite right there!
With lies ignored and foolish hope,
your heart beats still for what you once held dear.
And bloodied fingers, chewed and raw
cling desperate to promises
and smiles once oh so sweet.
His hollow words drip sacharine
and cold once tender touch
and fist and tongue and crimson rage
cast blame and fault and fingers point
and head hangs low in shame
Ensnared, entwined, in unison
they lie, alone beneath the sheets
Warm breath, rough hands, those future plans
that pillow talk, now empty sounds
blood flows through veins but weak
And morning follows night alas
days slip into the grey
of habit, forced endearing smiles
and months, turn years and decades pass
and winter brings release at last
Happy Monday everyone!
Two lives become one
familiar, boundries blur
Hearts drifting apart
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“Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected
careless ways, my heart neglected
blood turned black, my veins infected…”
Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected
careless ways, my heart neglected
blood turned black, my veins infected
you sweet voice to me sings
And in my haste I gave too much
Compromised and eager, such
as one who craves too strong soft touch
and dark forbidden things
So ripped and raw and torn asunder
Day’s end calls as sun slips under
‘neath your waves, farewell my wonder
Cold to my bones, night brings
And in the lands of shade I’m lost
No coin to pay redeeming cost
My face grow pale as winter’s frost
To summer’s dream I cling
And on and on until the sight
Of day break pushes back the night
And there you stood in golden light
And hope eternal springs
Because it’s a poem. And it’s Saturday.
He shatters, violent, lascerated
crystal shards and tears
and love once wild and celebrated
withered, froze in winters depth
and counts lost wasted years
And lost he wanders aching,
broken, without port or land
in sight and hope seems taken
until there bright on horizon
‘gainst the tempest she does stand
She takes his pieces, safe, collected
fingers, bloodied, red and torn
he wonders lost but not neglected
and battered by the fury dark
He waits at break of morn’
Land firm beneath his feet he feels
her sun upon his skin
find home and hearth, hears church bells peel
there warmed, and safe, another chance
a new chance to begin
How do I love thee
Perfect in every way
Sweet where others foul
Yesterdays, forever and now…
Like golden first rays of sunrise you bleed across my room
seeping into my pores as I stir
and clouding my mind
you carry me away.
Restless, my lungs fill with your presence
and eyes flutter as I breathe you in,
transported to times long past as
laughter breaks the silence
Sweet whispered promises float through my mind
carried by the warming winds of memory.
And there before my eyes you stand,
until I wake and you leave again.
You know, I wanted that one to be so much more and when I started it I thought I knew where I wanted it to go but I was on a call whilst I was doing it with the finance team discussing some financial modelling they wanted doing and it kinda just ruined my vibe. It’s hard to wax lyrical whilst you comtemplate the time saving opportunities offered by the IBM Cognos TM1 modelling tools.
Next time I think I will just do it during my lunch instead. Never have been very good at multitasking…
I rather enjoyed this.
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The heart wants what the heart wants
drive dubious decisions
lifetime of regret
A little thursday something that seems a bit too rhymey
Ignites sweetest desire
Beyond logic and reason
consumed by a fire
Most forbidden and wanton
I hunger and crave
Find me shackled and reckless
Temptations dark slave
My eyes closed how I need,
want and wish, yearn and lust
I give into temptation
And the thoughts I can’t trust
In the dark, no regrets
Repercussions are nought
I am free to enjoy
everything , deep in thought
Read it and swoon people, read it and swoon…
Across time and space love persists
Evermore through time elapsed
my every minute, future, past
today, tomorrow, we will last
as time drifts slowly by
Each moment bliss, kiss lingers sweet
Blah blah blah blah big plates of meat
my sausage is a saucy treat
come taste my special sauce….
Oh come on I have written so much of this stuff this week I was bound to crack at some point wasn’t I. I just dont think Im that deep to sustain such a run.
Feel free to finish that second verse any way you like. I’m pretty sure you can do a better job than me.
Ignored sage advice
Never gamble on a fart
In cold dank soil, as I look skywards, up into the blue,
beyond the blackness waits, you whisper, sweet and call me home.
And there you wait, unchanging, ever as you were
And Arms spread wide you call me onwards, nevermore alone.
“Where once you sparkled now all I see is ordinary,
luke warm nothing dripping from your tight thin lips”
Where once you sparkled now all I see is ordinary,
luke warm nothing dripping from your tight thin lips.
And gone the spell you so cleverly wove quite tight about my heart,
resistant to the lure of mouth and hands and hips and soft sweet voice.
I smile as those tales trickle from your tongue
and fall on ears quite deaf and unforginving.
Back turned my shadow thrown out long before me
your brightness fading quickly as a new dawn glows ahead.
In time just ghostly whispers will remain of what once was
caught on the breeze as summer shines upon my deep lined face.
And one last time scars long healed will itch as a reminder
of something out of reach that once burned bright.
“Such tender lies, complicit thighs”
Such tender lies, complicit thighs
My tendency to eulogise
It’s me that cries
As you despise
And brings me to my knees
Resist I must, this breach of trust
But god the dark consuming lust
Each angry thrust
Turns me to dust
Such eagerness to please
Clenched fist, closed mind, I trail behind
The sunlight fades I cannot find
contentment, love, or peace of mind
this vacuum of the cruellest kind
where once I walked at ease
So I rebuild, where dreams were killed
Heart filled with hate which once was thrilled
You quench your thirst with tears spilled
Regret is such a bitter pill
But taken, life I sieze