To pass unhindered
Where once we trod so freely
Now inhibited
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time.
To pass unhindered
Where once we trod so freely
Now inhibited
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Unbridled passion
Anticipation, cut short
Blissful moment lost
Bet youre now in the mood for a banana and a couple of satsumas
A veg obsessed gym lover, Ned
Would take melons and eggplants to bed
Stuff his ass with cumquats
Which fell out doing squats
So he juiced them and drank them instead
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Not sure what I was going for here. I started something, inspired by a song, then painted the bathroom so lost my train of thought…
In the dark stripped bare and cold
Drowning in things handed down
These rags, the curses, bloodied lips
Sins of the father, chains that bind
And shadows in the doorway watch.
Each blow, each bruise and words that cut
far deeper into sun bleached bone
than sharpened blade could ever do.
Dark lullaby and icy kiss goodnight
The hooded shame chokes, burns and blinds
But from outside wide smiles deceive
And shackled, shuffle silent by
Blah blah blah…Limerick tomorrow I promise…
Your name is always on my lips, the fairest treat
The furnace heat, life’s love, stars intersection
We walk the chapel built of breathless whispers
Spend summer days in golden fields, love’s raw reflection, soft flesh yields
Rush headlong to oblivion, with not a care and no retreat.
And orchards ripe and bursting full, we lay beneath their shade
This promise made, devoured like sweetest fruits, head on my chest
Full moon nights, desires willed, of yearning filled
Are all I need, surrendering to secrets spilled
And winter’s icy fingers wrapped tight around my heart do fade
And now amongst the living do I find a way each day
The path to stay and memories once so lost I cling to dearly
Love’s winding path home leads so very clearly
To the door, and like before, you wait
I close the gate and know that I am home at last,
Some words that dont rhyme
In this place where dragons slain
lay, beds of bones, and winds whip wild
leaves back unto the clawing earth
and on this bleached cold pyre you lie
consumed by all we once fought brave,
to hold and have and tender spills
a love fire tested, burnished, red
now faded, folly shows true face
And to the heart the arrow true,
harsh barbed with lies and sweet deceit
light fades, sun slips and darkness wraps
her arms in coldest loves embrace.
Waffly words and other peoples emotions
Were flesh as hard and cold as stone
Like grey church steps, worn smooth with time ,
Then surely we could love
And unconstrained here, fearless fall.
To give all without asking back
To take more than can be consumed
And wild and wanton, without care
Crash headlong to sweet simple bliss.
But flesh is weak, such tender hearts
Do feel the thorns of reddest rose
And lovers past steal joy and hope
There leaving cuts that tell such tales
So take this love, this life, this self
And gentle be its guardian
For scars I bare, and freely take
This is your heart to freely break
Waffly seasonal metaphorical blah blah blah
Those glimpses, stolen moments, few
Sweet solice sweeps dark clean away
And brave she stands, heart lost at sea
And on his beach, finds refuge, free.
There grows, and roots reach deep and down
And summer brings that golden crown
Face to the sun, soft wind through boughs
Gives shelter, shade and sweet respite
And guard does drop, at night his light
Does fade and wane and in her shadow
Bitter sits on traitors lips
As seasons change and love does fade
With light grown pale and tender touch
now lost, too much her beauty spread
and cold winds strip, leaves line her bed
where love once blossomed
now lies dead.
Dedicted to the couple having a row outside our hotel rooom because he lost the key and the kid needs a poo. Seriously, just break up now. You’re doomed.
When bloom has failed and frangrance passed
and thorns now all that does remain
that into soft flesh dig and draw
tears scarlet which run down pale cheeks.
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These nightimes fall without sunset
and lifeless love lies tossed aside
and joy once wild and filled with hope
sits silent, strangled, without voice.
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Yet onwards, duty, oath’s fulfilled
and aching smiles speak not of pain
through days they shuffle, numb to loss
and into night , not to emerge
Sometimes they’re just words…
Should I regret this life well lived
when night time comes and stars look down
then I should surely reassess
and count the costs, repent the loss
to find the joy that like gold veins
runs through this rock on which we built
and lived and loved and spent our days
for these are all were gifted free
until like sand they run away
through fingers old and worn and laced
across our chests and unto sleep
Something inspired by something else
How beautiful you are
Beneath the stars alive, so brightly burning
And all about, the darkness yearning
For a word, a touch, a glance
That sweet romance, the slightest chance
To feel that light and love and grace
And like the sun warm on my face
We are, always, here in this place
And lights we pray won’t dim
Like far too many, gone before
those promises they sweetly swore
But time moves on, they are no more
But that is not our fate…
One of these on a Monday.
If lost, the things I hold most dear,
these minutes, hours, months and years
that helter skelter through my mind
swim intertwined with all I am,
and without which I could not be.
Still I would cling to hope and faith
that were we ripped from life and love
that in that place of darkest loss
not knowing where or when or why
I would reach out and find you there
and once again sweet love would taste
and life renewed, new memories make
this destiny once more to live.
Just messing around with words and patterns and themes…
This dance, this tender back and forth
blown on the wind, true north, stars bright
seem gone at dawn, but night burn white and linger still.
When passions red paint rooms and beds and will, aflame
here in this embrace call your name and then
complete submit and without blame or guilt lose track
of time and lack no thing for all I have and need is you.
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and cake. I like cake too. And biltong and great tv and my van and my family and the rain and comics and Judge Dredd and tattoos and boobs. Oh and my drill. It’s a cordless bosch and I enjoy it a lot. Great battery life.
One of these…
Oh how we fell from where we soared, burned by the heights for which we reached
And helter skelter in this place , this now, this dark, this night we crashed
and broken, bloodied, bruised and fighting still the urges to be right always
and onwards we will drop beyond green pastures where we played.
Until, at last, in cold and dark
we recollect but now too late
this compromise, sweet give and take, was always that which gave us flight…
Another of these thingies
Oh how we fed so hungrily
our bellies fat with lofy lies
love whispered in the soft warm dark
and tongues drip empty promises
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And time and tide do steal these things
that tender once now feel so spent.
I see you, cold and breathless still
Uncaring gladly watched you pale,
yet yearn, fools heart, for one last touch
while like bright stars dissolved at dawn
you fade yet hold tight to lost truths.
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And there alone reside in tattered robes of rage
And home made crown of sharpest thorns,
so safe behind tall castle walls
untouched by all but darkest self.
Even more wordy words
At days end, somewhere in the darkness,
Memories fade of endless firsts
and how I took your hand in mine
and promise poured so sickly sweet.
Cold breath, warm skin, sweet recollection
footsteps in the snow that slowly
brought you to my door
with liars dreams of ever more.
Those roads, we knew where they would lead
and need, such greed breed treachery
and love it twists, obsession births
and
More words…
In the darkness her tears flow through him,
Carving winding canyon’s in the barren hills of his existence
Bubbling and swirling, filling the arid wells of a hundred lonely lifetimes
Where he searched for her across all of time.
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And then at last paths crossed at sunset
Stars align and fondly smile
Lie wrapped in arms still scarred and shaking,
pain of their making , yet oh so sweet.
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And in her tempest feels her rage
and calms and comforts, calls her name
into the wind and soft returning
promises to never fail.
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Deep and far and beyond memory
her rock through ages, dusk and dawn,
But river beds run slowly dry
when storms give way to golden days.
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No blame. No fingers pointed harshly
Lived and loved but slowly lost
Bliss for a moment, Stratos soaring
Knowing, eyes wide, at such cost
Some words…a few rhyme..
Words wise, oft thick with sickly praise
malaise spills at her dark demise
and in those final hours she beckons,
nightfall, crooked finger calls.
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This halo tarnished, pious pride
held back, regret digs talons deep
and wide and far she searches longing
for one more chance at ever more.
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Again she watches as he turns
Each moment replayed thousand times
She burns and rages at the loss
This cross she bore, redeemers bride.
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The tears, cold fears, though seldom solace
Bring yet anger sweep away
A heart entwined, yet always empty
At last peace finds in sunset’s rays.
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She softens this last time as all
She was and is slow slips away
And summer days and grass that sways
Bid walk one last time until rest.
Cold I sit, consoling words still tossed upon the wind,
Your fires burn bright where embers once were piled….
Cold I sit, consoling words still tossed upon the wind,
Your fires burn bright where embers slowly died
reminders of our sighs, sweet lies and smiles forced wide
oh how I watch you shine.
There in the grass where once we lay
you watch clouds chased through skies as blue
as eyes that wept when days grew grey
and we forgot that love can’t always last.
And so, wings spread, wind carried far and wide
lost to these arms and calm caress
the things you hide, unsatisfied
I watch you fly away.
This verdant land where through the grass
names long forgot by men on wind
are whispered still and walk abroad
when mist shrouds veil and hill and dale.
This verdant land where through the grass
names long forgot by men on wind
are whispered still and walk abroad
when mist shrouds veil and hill and dale.
Their sacrifice, such love and loss
Still carries over valleys deep
and mountains, white capped, tell their tales,
forgotten take eternal sleep.
These millions, each beating heart,
Such hope and longing for the day
When old they look upon a life
Well lived and sons and daughters roar
And shine and blaze or silent sit
And contemplate what came before.
So take this banner, pen and book
And let not time this life forget
And in the hearts a story write
Tomorrow’s child to still remind .
These things from which were crudely hewn
And in this expanse shaped and formed
Give way to heart and hate and fires
that burn and fiercely do refine
These things from which were crudely hewn
And in this expanse shaped and formed
Give way to heart and hate and fires
that burn and fiercely do refine
This love that cuts and scars run deep
warm laughter hollow peaks then fades
And darkness melts at growing light
Which swells and soars, illuminating.
So come what will, we bend unbroken
Buffeted by winds of change
and edges soften, time moves onwards
rearranged and stained and aged.
Now take this thing I have become
With artists eye see shape and form
And lines, deep colours, shades and tones
this creation ever changing.
Would have done more but the cat keeps bothering me…
There in that moment, clocks stand still
and heartbeat thuds loud and wild
while tender words from sweetest lips
do spill and sweep my will away.
This evermore, this home and hearth
we take for granted, without thanks
many not counted nor recalled
such treasures held with scant regard
Through fingers finest sands escape
and time enslaves and laughing toys
with kisses fading into night
and into misty lands we stray
A fond farewell to these at last…
You’re the sun on my face
You’re the wind in my sails
My everything and my all
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Im the breath on your windows
The rustling in your bush
Want to cut you open, climb inside
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Breathing deep I inhale you, musty and wet
Hunched over your laundry basket
I squirm as my heart leaps inside
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Carve you’re name into my desperate flesh
Your name drips from my lonely lips
I want to wear you , my corpse bride
It’s a little jarring in it’s construct but love makes you feel that way. Right?
My love knows no ends, let us be more than friends
Oh let me feel your rampant thunder
Thighs spread wide
Im ripped asunder
Use me, abuse me make me your floozy
Touch me , take me , make me yours,
apple in my mouth
Crawling on all fours
You’re my snow white, I adore, and I’m all of your dwarves
Damp, humid, clammy, dampish, Drippy
Dewy, dank, not-dry and oozy
muggy, moist and slippy
My heart will rhyme until end of time
I am your refuge, come, paint my walls.
My pink canvas, your magnolia strokes
I’m your sport, use my balls.