Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
The CrusadeThe CrusadeThe Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your fingertips imprinted
On plaster of my skin
Your curves upon mine tilted
About to commit sin
Room enveloped by darkness
Only your pale skin shines
As you cover my bareness
Arms become clinging vines
If my body is temple
Then may you be my priest
You, boy who's lips now tremble
Inside him roaring beast
So let your prayers tender
Now echo in my ears
To your sword I surrender
Quench thirst with virgin tears
Gathered in silken goblet
Yearn's my reason for crying
Get drunk with every droplet
Of boiling holy wine
I feel your pillars harden
Right after they touch ground
Exploring secret garden
For treasures to be found
Be careful with tongue drawing
An illegible map
Of pure snow that you're thawing
In country of my lap
That river harsh might drown you
Or make you hide in cave
Where warriors drop their armour
And master becomes slave
Prayer To LovePrayer To LovePrayer To Love in Free Verse More Like This
In world of grey
Chained in my arms
You've no chance other than stay
Here in this bed
Far from regret
Warmed by the thread
Of secrets better left unsaid
Eyes shine like coal
Digging a hole
In sheets that now contain your soul
While hungry wolves and fingers prowl
On nights like this
When lonely wind keeps weeping
I pray for love to find you sleeping
Here by my side
One time after another
First like my lover
And then like my brother
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
Paramour CavalcadeParamour CavalcadeParamour Cavalcade in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Slipping through the streets
Of hometown withering
Where bodies don't matter
Nor do faces
Those I see reflected
On wet pavement -
- Pillows to the hopeless
I may try to turn my head away
But this time of year
Even treetops resemble
A fish bone union, pitchforks and tridents
Stabbing the sky
That bleeds rain
In a desperate attempt
To clean Augeas' stables
Abandoned by their holder
Who left his herds to run wild
Or rot alive
As they please...
I run for life
And meet whores holding hands
All stepping aside
They make a corridor
For paramour cavalcade
My boys in fancy outfits
Carrying a wedding bed
A casket for me to work out in it
A hammock where they
Could finally find some peace of mind
And rest forevermore
Sarcastic laughter of sun
Fills my ears
Although I plugged them both
With my point-fingers
The king not been crowned
Allows himself to lose change
Of his light with such arrogant decadence
And beggars keep stuffing their pockets
Stitched LipsStitched LipsStitched Lips in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In front of you I'm powerless
Wind's breath lost among willows
So it's only my pillows
To whom love I can confess
Sometimes I wish to disappear
My voice and hands do tremble
Then all I do is ramble
On my own and swallow tear
So bitter compared to a kiss
I once hope to deliver
Sultry, yet tender quiver
Will provide that I won't miss
Until then I'll keep my lips stitched
Reveries my heart feeding
At least dreams won't be bleeding
For their treasure have been ditched
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
What Men Must DoWhat Men Must DoWhat Men Must Do in Free Verse More Like This
Our love profane will make you pay
For every note of laughter
Greedy for saliva and sweat
Eventually your tears
Born to circulate in fountains
Where after climax follows downfall
Splashing on little Cupids
Who keep pulling on their devilish tails
Lies taste so sweet sliding along
The tongue teasing your ears
Although they are just remakes
Of songs you've heard before
Deliver music to fellow men
And women for that matter
Kisses profound like a merry-go-round
Shall haunt you in your sleep
While half-burned words on pages blank
Fill fireplace with weep
My lonely grieving hands there delve
Smudge ashes on cold lips
In sad outdated love letters
Memories die and burn
Me, like all other men, for life,
I am sentenced to yearn
Hunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And RainHunt For Wind And Rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're a master of disaster
And you know I am no better
So forgive this little
Lack of confidence
I put into our surprisingly
In union of two beings those
Let's now be honest - shatter
And break practically everything that gets into their hands
You're scared of losing love
For then you would again be lonely
While I'm afraid of giving it
As I've always been used
Ghosts of fears and guilts
From past still follow our steps wanly
How can I trust among all
Those faces I'm the only
One you want and care about? Lest my heart will be bruised...
You say in love's no guarantee
Or it just becomes duty
Chasing after affection
Is like hunt for wind and rain
But I don't want to waste
My life reviving forlorn beauty
Nor watch pure angel's wings
Slowly turn sad, ragged and sooty
And long ago I learned pleasure goes hand in hand with pain
A Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's Odyssey in Free Verse More Like This
My suitcase got lost
During the last astral travel
Still beauty is the baggage
We all need to bear
My heart keeps longing
For dancing among stars
But I've never flown
A paper aeroplane before
You offer me fuel
Although there's no map
Except for the cryptic signs
Hidden underneath your clothes
Is there anywhere else
To find comforting arms?
Is there a world
Beyond this room's door?
Maybe you're some kind of
From the paths been walked
By my aching feet
Fields full of four-leaf clovers
You take over
WasteWe've ruined the lakes, the ponds, the streamsWaste in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and marred our soil with urban dreams -
Eden blighted by machines.
We plot and scheme; we plot and scheme.
We scorch the earth and sear the air;
our poison, seething everywhere,
destroys and leaves our country bare.
We do not care; we do not care.
Humanity has learned too late
our Eden is a fallow state;
and what we've sown will nere abate.
We reap our fate; we reap our fate.
BrotherMy reluctant brother -Brother in Free Verse More Like This
grey suited hair
and that scar
beating on your lip
like an unfortunate rhyme -
long have I thought of you.
Your pockets are shallow wastrels
and in the crisp folds
of your trousers,
I find that time
is a leper -
an ill-fated star
that pocks this dream witted night
and turns my tears
to sober music.
For I have found your hopes
a hollow thing -
your promises a cold frost
for my supper
and all your pretty words
the still birth of my misfortune.
MiracleYou said Jesus knows my soulMiracle in Free Verse More Like This
is yellow as this road;
and the boats in the channel
keep my head clear
while I watch him
drown my sister's dog again.
He calls it baptism -
a miracle of science.
He says I do not need a calendar
or a parent's love
to find Him
on the weak and narrow
and that solace
is a good, strong bread
left in the poor box
every Sunday morning.
But I like to pretend
He keeps his Dodge 57
on my lawn,
turning up the daisies.
We can drive it
all the way to Memphis
on one tank of gas...
VestibuleAutumn's vestibule -Vestibule in Free Verse More Like This
oak leaves find me in colors
no one has ever heard of
and bark peels back
its second skin,
supple with new birth.
Somewhere deep inside
pine soaks through
the forest floor -
lush needles underneath,
a damp and fragrant sponge,
where I trace the flight.
of lazy monarchs,
blown far from home
by September's beck and call.
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
Music of the DamnedHe loved the musicMusic of the Damned in Free Verse More Like This
violence makes -
the terrible crushing song
dropping from the sky
or children's feet
mutely shuffling a lullaby
against cellar walls,
the noise of small animals
cold metal wire
and innocence losing hope
to rough hands
lurching from the dark.
Those sounds could break
a weaker man,
suck strength like blessings
from a stranger's heart;
but he could savor
its last coda -
the bludgeoning whispers
and souring cries
between his ears
with a dying note.
MinotaurHer minotaur bows lowMinotaur in Free Verse More Like This
of a deft approach
some way in
some tiny gift
an offering of rain
left killing on the grass.
She senses him,
the bristle of jaw
jarring the forest,
and the long white of her arms
the value of fear.
But his eyes
go blank at her glance,
the snare of heat
at her wrist,
and his warm flank
telling her new myths
are for bleeding.
July Haikuthonsmall white gypsy mothsJuly Haikuthon in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
scattered across dark curtains
create their own light
gardens of seaweed
floating under indigo
bloom into turquoise
a necklace of shells
lost among the grains of sand
treasure for mermaids
fireflies in jars
sitting on the window sill
lanterns in a row
when we both run in bare feet
and dream of childhood
red bobbing sailboats
orbiting the horizon
echo into blue
your sun kissed shoulder
veiled under the moon and stars
makes me yearn for night
the sun is setting
in a symphony of gold
and notes of amber
strong winds from the east
batter like a hurricane
and blow the man down
when the moon slips low
and glistens the night silver
i dream of your eyes
a slow hazy sky
burnished like a dark ruby
breaks the calm of june
climbing up toward the white clouds
vanish in the tide
under the old pier
we drank elderflower wine
and made sand angels
sand between my toes
disappears in the puddles
left by sudden rain
i watch th
DeployThe ladies were aghastDeploy in Free Verse More Like This
the day you wore red
to your sister's funeral;
but you didn't want to live
safe as a new bed.
You said you didn't want a wedding -
all that white
made you too tired
and only the lucky
got to pick their fates.
So I touched you
in your war zone,
that place you were most fickle
and hoped my parachute
would not deploy
or land us
in the wrong place.
Maybe I will pull
your bliss cord after all
but that look in your shoulders
and your skirt keeps closing
over my head
like a venus fly trap
caught at prayers.
Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.Laugh, Love and Live in Free Verse More Like This
The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.
Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.
We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.
Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.
Something that can lighten any situation.
The RealityRealityThe Reality in Free Verse More Like This
Will we ever realise
That in real life
The amount of real lies
My Musical InterludeMy Musical Interlude.My Musical Interlude in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Whenever I'm lost in my thoughts.
My music will guide me
Whenever I'm alone.
My music will accompany me.
Whenever I'm depressed.
My music will comfort me.
Would You?Would You?Would You? in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Would you remember the lyrics?
If I told you the world will end tomorrow.
The Daily NewsThe Daily News.The Daily News in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonLife Without Samson in Free Verse More Like This
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength
Just Maybe a Song PoemJust Maybe a Song Poem.Just Maybe a Song Poem in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Now all that's left are pictures in my head.
I can never say my feelings were misled.
My pencil was once filled with love has been replaced by lead.
I thought with my heart and loved with my head,
I tried to shelter you from all the tears that you shed.
I let her escape and let it all fall apart instead
Off giving her the kiss of life, reviving us from the dead.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Unravelled from the web, what lies I have spun.
Commitment shy perhaps, I was always on the run.
She has taken my breath away, its like I've lost a lung.
I never meant to fall; but somehow I was stunned.
Cupid has updated his artillery; the arrow has been replaced with a gun.
She has my only receipt its no longer possible to refund.
My bed was once made for many but my heart always was made for one.
Maybe there was more I could've said.
Maybe there was more I could've done.
Now all that's left are pictu
Harmonious InterdependenceHarmonious InterdependenceHarmonious Interdependence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'God created the lamb but he also made the tyger'
As the light longs for the dark,
And the motorway is situated parallel to a park.
We discover these two entities are reliant on one another.
Just as a murder needs a victim
And total anarchy needs a codified system.
We recognize these two forces are sister and brother.
Stereotypically the same way fire is obliged to water,
An innocent lamb must go to the slaughter.
We unravel that opposites that are self-reliant is just a mere cover.
At the place where vengeance encounters compassion,
And were verbal phrasing combines with action.
We identify that winter co-exists with summer.
Just as hostile enemies needs commendable friends,
And the beginning of a story must always have an eventual end.
We accept the fact that every offspring is a prerequisite of a mother.
Everyone and everything must have a polarised partner.
There can be no tranquillity without the occurrence of disaster.
We discover these two entities are
VirtuallyVirtuallyVirtually in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let go ControlPiper honey, play me a songLet go Control in Free Verse More Like This
full of hangnails and heartache
and a promise broken on every note
that walks away, to leave me wanting
Caterpillar sweetheart, show me your wings
those spines of snow and silk not yet so full
of lust and colour, too vibrant that the masses
beg in awe, for the relief in locked doors.
Lover darling, teach me to dance
with powerful strokes and tender tips of
fingers glancing and dancing and teasing
lead by the lips of an angel, a taste
and a smile, of saccharine love,
that hangs Adam for being a man.
Tick TockIt scares you doesn't it?Tick Tock in Free Verse More Like This
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
shut the door and twist the lock.
You always ran away when you got scared.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
slide on down, wait for the knock.
You just don't know how to deal with it.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
listen close and hear them mock.
You wish that they'd all just go away.
Tick Tock - fear the clock,
burn the door and break the lock.
You forsake all of the bridges we built together.
Tick Tock fear the clock,
in the dark, like birds they flock.
You can't stand living in this lie one second longer.
Tick Tock smash the clock
bleed out time, and love the shock.
You don't have to hide from me.
I love you for you and that will never change.
FairytaleI don't write about loveFairytale in Free Verse More Like This
and happily ever afters
because misery is my mistress
and pain my paramour.
No starry eyes
plucked from the heavens
to tempt me with
Eden's forbidden fruits and
Eve's forgotten secrets.
There are no mysteries
hidden under your skirt
like ribbon tied gifts
to lure my lust and
douse my mind
in impious flames.
The key to my heart
held in my own hands
like an iron vice
that won't be melted
by your imitation love
only pried, from
my cold, dead fingers.
I don't write about love
and happily ever afters
because I can only poison love
and murder the fairytale ending.
Perfectly FlawedShe's hidingPerfectly Flawed in Free Verse More Like This
in the corner again,
just like when she was little.
She thinks that if
she turns her back
on the world,
that it won't be able
to see her tears.
no one will hear
But, her corner
isn't as secluded
as she might want.
their own haven,
and there are only
so many places
Sooner or later,
you run into someone.
Someone who is running
from the same things you are,
in the same direction,
to the same place.
It's not fate,
just the world
in all the right ways.
Two lonely jigsaw pieces, sliding into place.
The pieces coming together
are one thing,
but pulling them apart
is nearly impossible.
Some things are just meant to be,
for better and worse.
Love is deadWhat did you expect?Love is dead in Free Verse More Like This
A fairytale prince and a happily ever after?
you're not a princess.
Cry me a river,
with those fake tears
and drown yourself in it.
You're just a doll
and dolls are meant
to be toyed with.
I can hear you, screaming
and I know,
that you're screaming,
I'll break you,
just to show you,
that I can
and you'll hate me for it.
How can you reject my love,
when I can see that look
in your eyes?
That look, it's telling me to love you.
Why don't you want my love, darling?
Words will be enoughi know that words are not enoughWords will be enough in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to separate me from these crowds
and reach you far up there,
at your castle in the clouds
born in different worlds,
under stars, galaxies apart
with nothing shared or common
but the bonds of a lonely heart
one heart filled with kindness
and the other filled with love
divided by a fate so blind
and those cruel gods of above
i know that words will never be enough
and i'll never have a shot
but i'll keep writing you these letters
because they're all i've got
Dreamingif you don't like it here, why not just get up and leaveDreaming in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a world out there that you wouldn't believe
dragons and wagons and flagons of ale
ships bigger than cities and oceans to sail
but there's thugs and there's bullies, cutpurses and thieves
so young to be walking around so naive
because something is taken for everything gained
leaving the end of the day disappointed and drained
so why you ask do you keep coming back
for a bite and a nibble of this wonderful snack
well the real world is good every now and again
but after a while everything just looks so plain
so wrap up your blankets and hide under bed
start dreaming in daytime and forge on ahead
maybe one day you'll live to be wiser than me
but you've got years left of dreaming until then to see
Stilla hot summer breeze blows inStill in Free Verse More Like This
the children of the night
out of their sky
plummeting down to earth
drops of mercury
drops of venus
drops of mars
land on my tongue
the bittersweet taste
that I long for
they taste like you
Hallows EndLittle Jonny, this way, don't you fretHallows End in Free Verse More Like This
we shall make a man of you yet,
for the night is young and the moon is high,
on this eve of eves, when demons cry.
Monsters roam the streets tonight,
spreading fear and harrowed blight.
Ghouls in search of flesh and bone
and horror none should face alone.
Little Jonny, give me your hand,
after dark we make our stand.
In ancient house, so frail and old,
filled with secrets better left untold.
This year you shouldn't run and hide,
I promise I'll be by your side.
Little Jonny, hear their cries
feel their tortured, wicked lies.
The gallows loom in silhouette,
a guillotine, a silent threat.
Bear witness to the living dead,
beg and cry and shake with dread.
Little Jonny, why so grim?
The surface I have yet to skim,
hold on tight, don't you let go,
there's one thing I have yet to show.
My arms are coiled in cold embrace,
mask slowly slipping, showing face.
Little Jonny, why so pale?
Don't you want to hear my tale?
Last year tonight, I met a man
Death and RebirthHe's the boy with the threadbare eyes,Death and Rebirth in Free Verse More Like This
a bruised face and chest criss-crossed by scars.
All because god wanted someone to screw with
and brought him into the world
with a bottle of whiskey for a father
and a shot of heroin as his mother.
He's the boy who can't feel anymore,
his heartbeat gone, is he even still alive?
Just how much more punishment,
can this one kid take?
Before fate finishes the job,
that it started sixteen years ago.
He's the boy who's fighting for a way out of hell.
But even the strongest find a breaking point
and death is not a god, it does not discriminate.
Look closely and you'll see;
every man is equal in destruction.
He's the boy who hoped for justice on earth,
only to find respite in a noose,
with a dream,
that all men are created equal
and salvation lies in the ashes.
Continue OnHow can I continue?Continue On in Free Verse More Like This
Down this winding road,
With all the lies I knew;
Becoming dark and true,
Like the sleeping thundercloud.
How can I continue?
Along this narrow lane,
I'm not sure if there is a clue;
Bleeding clear and blue,
Like the stinging winter rain.
How can I continue?
Up this towering hill,
Is it really old or acting new;
Breathing smoke and dew,
Like the snarling immaterial mill.
The Last GoodnightUnder this imperial moonlight,The Last Goodnight in Free Verse More Like This
With its enduring ghostly gaze:
I bid you goodnight.
Back into the shadows of the sane,
I wander and disappear without a trace.
Above this utopian plight,
Consumed by a serpentine snare;
I bid you goodnight.
Lost atop roofs stinging with rain,
I stop and haunt those who stare.
Beside this draconian might,
With it's corrupting black breath;
I bid you goodnight.
Ensnared in jaws of scorching breath,
I strike and wait for my death.
Never Look BackDown this lonely railway track,Never Look Back in Free Verse More Like This
I look forward never turning back.
Even when everything seems so black,
And the sun is shrouded in the dark:
I'll keep my head and show my hope.
Down this strange highway road,
I walk away never looking back.
Here am I bearing this pedantic load,
While hounds follow me and bark:
I'll lift my face and hide my fear.
Down this chaotic urban lane,
I wander along never thinking back.
To those timid times when I was sane,
And life was nothing more than a lark:
I'll blink my eyes and reveal my desire.
Down this anarchic country path,
I travel afar never going back.
Since all I feel inside is pure wrath,
But it only leaves a woeful mark:
I'll cover my sight and blind my rage.
Brain-DeadIs my brain in a daze?Brain-Dead in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot write another lucid line,
That could possibly even rhyme.
It must be a miracle I must confess,
That words have failed me no less.
Is my brain really dead?
I mean there's only a silent sound,
Coming from all around.
It must be a curse I must respect,
That much I have to accept.
Is my brain in despair?
I regret this composition isn't clear,
But I'm losing my way I fear.
All I need is the spark of fire,
To ignite my heart's one true desire.
UndergroundI feel cold creeping hands,Underground in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging me down,
Into the fires of the underground.
All I hear is the screeching sound,
Of heroes wearing funeral frowns.
I feel warm probing fingers,
Across my skin,
And my, how they seem to linger.
I'm petrified of this demonic danger,
Of seraphim pretending to sin
I feel hot sweating palms,
Touching my face,
Brushing across lips as I stay calm.
Now I fear they'll sense my alarm,
Of angels insulting grace.
The Madness of SadnessHow can I maintain this madness?The Madness of Sadness in Free Verse More Like This
Do I act out all these idiosyncratic days,
In so many unimaginable ways?
That I forget why I cry or sleep in tears,
Or how I believe in fabricated fears.
How can I sustain this sadness?
Can't I ignore these monotonous nights,
With it's less than trivial sights?
Then I question why I despair or wake in misery,
Or how I reside in an artificial conspiracy.
Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis SapitI am the man with no name,Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit in Free Verse More Like This
With no one but myself to blame.
Through the tides of time,
I've walked this predicted path;
Yet this life of lies is no crime.
I am the man with no home,
A nobody forever doomed to roam.
Through the ether of eternity,
I've watched my shadowed sight;
But my head of hate sees no pity.
I am the man with no dreams,
Just a man who has nightmare screams.
Through the mirror of memory,
I've awakened to skies of sorrow;
Yet this admirer of anger has no story.
I am the man with no heart,
Since I lacked one at the start.
Through the labyrinth of love,
I've aspired to rewards of risk;
But my paramour of passion was no dove.
I am the man with no friend,
Though soon I'll be nearing the end.
Through the mists of madness,
I've transpired to heights of hope;
Yet this death of despair has no sadness.
Shoot Me!Go ahead and shoot me!Shoot Me! in Free Verse More Like This
My scornful friend, my bitter love.
Am I committing a cold crime,
Because these lines did rhyme?
Go ahead and shoot me!
Not in my flaming neck.
Oh great: I am dead now I suppose?
Because of witless words I compose.
Go ahead and shoot me!
Am I truly and honestly well?
For you it can never be really right,
Because I lack emotion in what I write?
CuriosityHey you, what's new?Curiosity in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something,
I don't know.
Hey, I'd want to hear too,
Even if what you say ain't true.
Hey you, what's new?
Tell us anything;
We mean: now.
I would but grab yourself a pew,
And all I'll say is: you don't have a clue.
On Pain of DeathIt's like a blade from below,On Pain of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep in crystal snow.
Stabbing through your eternal soul,
Forever in your fearless nightmares;
Never to die or let you go.
It's like an arrow in the air,
Aiming straight to your deathly stare.
Piercing into your mortal skin,
Always in your aching reality;
Where pain bites you often.
It's like a dagger from the dust,
Eating further into your human crust.
Breaking apart your diseased bone,
Suffer in your silent dreams;
While agony treats you alone.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
How Cold the WindHow cold the windHow Cold the Wind in Free Verse More Like This
that rattles my bones,
as they creak across the wastes.
I have been wandering
these thousand miles,
and the grave is my only home
The frostbitten rattle
that's caught in my throat
is the only life in my lungs
Would that I could,
I'd thaw by the fire,
but the grave is my only home.
I stagger alone through
the frozen hills,
keeping time to my
I never keep much company,
as the grave is my only home.
Tired am I, but I get no rest
as I haven't slept in years.
But I never intend
to warm my bed
in the grave, my only home.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
Yet You're Still RunningYour feet mimicked your heartbeat;Yet You're Still Running in Free Verse More Like This
Drumming into the ground, panicked.
They reminded you that Earth was turning too fast.
You'd be thrown into emptiness
if you didn't keep up.
If you cared enough,
you'd see the blisters on my hands,
nail-beds cracked from gripping the dirt
as I tried to slow the world for you.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
I am Icarus RedeemedEven when every dream had drownedI am Icarus Redeemed in Free Verse More Like This
and love left me choking on dust
and I felt utterly abandoned by
every aspect of my envisioned life,
something in me set on fire.
Oh, I know heat rises
and I'm lifting off.
God knows where it's taking me,
heaven has yet to shut me out.
Oh, my wings are broken
but at least I'm falling free.
It's the impact,
not my plummeting spirit,
that will throttle the light in me.
Born to Love YouGod created trees, mountains and seasBorn to Love You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
God blew life in the soft tulips
And God gave life to all human soul
But, before and all
God made the seven angels his witnesses
And God said: This woman is for this man
Every little creature, every rock,
Every leaf on evey tree heard God say:
'Her heart will beat to love him '
And every light breez, every sun light,
And every heart inside every life smiled
For they all knew God makes no mistakes
We met love, millions of years ago
We met before the book of destiny,
Before the heart knew how to live and die
Before you and İ
İn a time before this time,
The day immortality began
When God said : She belongs to this man
When Your Lover is a MoonI love you, aware of my exile, your exileWhen Your Lover is a Moon in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Between us; clouds, wind, lightning,
thunder, ice and fire
Glad to tear myself apart
just for your eyes,
and sew you a cover from my skin
When love is big, and the lover is a moon,
do not tremble; one bird in winter nights
The tender sky touches all the scared wings
And cares for the wonderfully pale lilies
I walk on dry leaves, everyday
I create hope from that rainbow
I talk the language of trees
And I make a country from roses
Every day, I want to ride the sea,
every time they say no sailing allowed
Everyday, I build a home for our birds,
every time the floods take it away
I love you, until the day they put me out,
with eyes as wide as your skies
Until I disappear slowly, slowly
down the purple cliff
Until I feel you become some of me,
all of me
I love you
My Rainbow bucketThe gentle touch of your lips on my cold foreheadMy Rainbow bucket in Free Verse More Like This
The soft kiss on my palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me
Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black shadow sits behind my back,
Watches, waits for me to move,
I will not move
It Keeps taking all the light,
It dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees,
I wait for you
The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again,
I can breathe again
And the black ugly shadow slips down
With his tiny wrinkled hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door, waits for th
I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come fromI am a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
I say: I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none
We Walk Through Heaven's DoorLet your hands walk through my dusty roads tonightWe Walk Through Heaven's Door in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Follow them, on my vast lands start your fight
Let me kiss your kiss and drink your salt and wine
In your kind darkness my drops of sweat shine
Those wonderlands are yours, and what is yours is mine
Don't make me wait, come and touch every spot
All those mountains and hills, I'm saving you a lot
Kill your thirst, swim in my stream and fill your pot
İ am no longer a body , and you are no longer a soul
We are one lonely beat, was found for once and all
So, cover me with your skin as we hear the ultimate call
Breathe In my ears, and let me ask you for more
As we roll under earth, we walk through heaven's door
Peace in AgonyThe same place, the same five inches spacePeace in Agony in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My pain is laughing at my last smile
The eyes are blind this morning, every morning
My voice disappeared, drowned inside me
Lying here and time running behind me
How does a world shrink and squeeze you
How does a heart find peace in agony
Getting so small, smaller than yesterday,
My world is smaller everyday, in every single way
Smaller than this small window
Smaller than the smallest cube of sugar
Smaller than the crumbs on my carpet
Smaller than all the dreams I had
Bigger than all the dreams I still have
Fields of Golden WheatMy fingers travel through your hair, fields of golden wheatFields of Golden Wheat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lips have the taste of an ancient salty ocean
My childhood dreams of blue birds and their heartbeat
The delicate fragrance coming from eastern lands
The softness of a delighted soul and your sunlight
The black wings of a sad night and my heart in your hands
I listen to you, the language of birds, the mystery tone remains
I hide you, inside my eyelids, between the layers of my heart
Where you choose to live; mixed with every color in my veins
Heart Shape PetalsThe broken flower travelsHeart Shape Petals in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the green abyss to the corners of my eyes
Sits there, waits the heart shape petals
Your angel suffers, a dying bird on my cheek
On my palms he drew the map
Don't follow me , he said, my heart is your light
When the sun comes up again, throw the ashes
Where the broken flower lives, as it lives no more
Where words dance, each in a different dress
Take my heart from the book of prayers
And let the river of sadness pours into my eyes
Thank you for your love, my last miracles
Thank you for your love, where God's secret lies
Where the world makes senseI let my head on this pillow, everytime I sinkWhere the world makes sense in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy beach , and one heart is never enough
I eat from every daisy in the white field, I drink the morning dew
I cover my cold skin with sunlight and sunflowers petals
Every now and then, I let my head sink, I let the world sink
I go back where I can hug the sky and walk on foamy clouds
Where I can be a little bird, that small daisy in a white field
What a Woman WantsEvery single voice inside me is calling youWhat a Woman Wants in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every drop of blood, and every tear is asking for you
Every hill,and every twisted road on this body is begging you
Come to me, love me like love should be
Now it is all yours, taste it, smell it, just take it all
Nothing is usual my love, nothing you have seen before
This is us, what we have is nothing you knew before
Sail to my shores, I will wait for your ships
Get closer, ride me with your horses, with your swords
I need your deep voice and your cold blade on my hips
Come and kiss me softly, then kiss me hard
Touch me like a broken petal, then touch me hard
Hold me,feel every bone in me, never let go of me,
Suffocate me and take the life out of me
Let your hands find their way through me
Let them burn me, let them find me over and over again
Let the soft tip rub every cell I have, every spot that hurts
Give me more when I beg your mercy,
Take it all when I say I can bare no more
Don't you dare stop when I no longer breathe
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
I will live again
StarsFat and fuzzy stars tonight, baby blue comfortStars in Free Verse More Like This
Singing lullabies, soothing through the cold clear night
Promises of spring;
Windowpane lookers, abandon your sorrow
Wide-eyed children, believe that tomorrow
Unseen, the stars
The stars still sing
InsomniacheMad stallions jump the fenceInsomniache in Free Verse More Like This
no sheep here
No singsong lullabies sweet-sung
no sleep here
Across the sea of mossy trees a light
burns in the night
Black clowns skulk and the stars are
much too bright
Church choirs sing dirges about
No sweetsongs sung about going
to a better home
Across a range of undreamt dreams
lurk the evil things
That keep shadows alive and
mad stallions jumping
Teeth-chattering insomniache way down
in my bones
No happy-ending bedtime stories in
rows of tombstones
Across the chasm of empty thoughts
TVs flicker in the houses
Barbed wire separates the beds
of humans and their spouses
CheeseAfter all that cheese, there was nothing to be done but walk backwards the two miles to my green hotel room, shouting "Queso! Queso!" A lumberjack lumbered after me, he'd been to the event and had as much as I had, but he refused to walk backwards, only to speak backwards. "Oseuq! Oseuq!"Cheese in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do you remember that night we drank the whole five hundred TV stations and fast-forwarded into the twenty-second century, naked and screeching like crows? I don't either, but it was an unforgettable night. The pizza is incredible in the future.
BirdtalkI know that the Starman will be waiting in the sky, butBirdtalk in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think about it under these fluorescent lights
I remember when Wal-Mart wasn't a hospital, the world
wasn't a graveyard, and my spine wasn't ripped out
Didn't the birds used to talk? I seem to remember that
SanctuaryHer sanctuary is a treehouseSanctuary in Free Verse More Like This
Down in the hallowed hollow
She dances with ghosts and dreams of things
Of paths that she might follow
The old songs play, the dolls watch quietly
She sings along and schemes
Of ways to turn back the clock and restart
With straighter, better-sewn seams
Three men on her mind, one now gone
One with her, one all alone
She wonders which one will be there
When life comes down to the bone
Sing, Joanie sing, sing out loud
Dance with your ghost and smile
One day the man from the faerytale
Will bring down the moon for a while
TiredI am tired, heavy-footed, worn with wear I wear my hairTired in Free Verse More Like This
Cold air blows through windows trying to nip the buds
I watch the cigarette smoke whip through the air currents
Saddened by the sun's insistence, shining on a day like
I am rust, I am crushed metal, junkyard darkness, graveyard
I can't remember when I remembered what I'm trying so hard
Fire in oil drums replace the sun and the screaming and singing's
I can't sing anymore, like Clancy can't, and the noise in my head's a
Always YouOpen my head, reach in, see what you pull outAlways You in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but images of you
You in the Hallowed Hollow, you in fancy dress
Flying with the crows through the winter snow
It's always only you
You're on my TV selling cars, fighting mutant worms on Mars
You're in my fridge behind the juice, on jar lids just a bit too loose
You're in my closet wearing my jeans, somehow they fit you better than me
You're in my car, you're in the air, you're in my dreams in your underwear
Open my arm, my vein, see what I bleed out
Nothing but platelets of you
You in the spotlight in New York, you dressed all in white
Healing, working, dancing, dreaming
It's always only you
Circling the DrainThread the needle with diseaseCircling the Drain in Free Verse More Like This
Incubate the hand that feeds
Sit on a park bench, watch the twilight
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
Valentines DayA new painting of an old place, lackluster, limned in desperationValentines Day in Free Verse More Like This
Blueblack is the color of despair, yellow hesitation
Ghosts dance elegantly, you and me we do the hokey-pokey
When we turn ourselves about, we're looking away at ghosts
On Valentines Day I gave you spectacles, you gave me an urn
An old painting of a new place, oceans, trees illumined in white glare
Green is the color of ghostfear and jealousy, your eyes
Ashes from the river, the hollow, wrapped gentle in ebru
Cast upon the wind, they fly, now we dance so divine
On Valentines Day you gave me tiny shells, I gave you a key
The Glass BeesWatching kids going down the long slideThe Glass Bees in Free Verse More Like This
to happiness on the spines of literary classics,
fortified with university degrees
and an eye for semantics;
I think of a beehive populated with glass bees,
buzzing endlessly in pollen thoughts
of a priori logic and feminist criticisms.
This hive is transparent, a reflection of nature in glass;
Better for the machine, and more efficient too.
But transparency is a complaint
Saved for children who can't hide their class.
Instead with these kids; he's reading Salinger
And she's reading Woolf;
And they're pushing prams off the backs of broken bank-cheques.
The bees never tire of their toil
Because the streets grow bottles of Bacardi,
And like everything fantastic
Become a Saturday night habit-
Filling their glass frames with yellows,
Reds and Blues: dewy pollen drops or
The early signs of alcoholism.
So kids grew tired of trivial pursuit in twenty ten,
With the internet pandemic and hockey sex scandal,
And I instead thought of beehives thrivin
Hospice HomageI've been chained to the clockHospice Homage in Free Verse More Like This
on my kitchen wall for ten years;
kept the company of the robin
and it's caws.
Long since renovated,
the cardiovascular kitchen tiles
are stained artery-red with the
meat of Sunday roasts.
Hospitals wheel the meal everyday,
as I relive dinner-table talks
by the bedside of my mother
and remember how to tell the time.
This is my time now, but I am busy
building the little lives of Lego men
lent to me by an aunt, as I occupy
my own space in the hedge-maze.
Funeral FormulaPastoral goodness swallows memoriesFuneral Formula in Free Verse More Like This
in a thousand psalms and hymns. Solemn brickwork
patched up over years of peasantry torment me.
Amongst those statues
I see no vestige of you in Mary's face.
Cocktails with cranberry juice, a remnant of
taste, sour but supple, washed down the
mothballs of unspoken words in my throat,
innocent at best, i'm wasted
but I always try not to choke.
Lacking in suit,
and composure the relatives said,
words tumbled out in a flurry,
a gushing outburst, unstructured and dumb,
but with more meaning than the clergy.
I cannot pass judgment,
years spent trying to find hidden meaning
behind those psalms and hymns
i've realised, you were just another
beaten body with following formula.
A Piano TaleShe broke the piano's heartA Piano Tale in Free Verse More Like This
when she moved on from Bach
to the beats.
The keys were changed;
from spruce to steel-
doors were unlocked,
and notes were silent.
It was left downplayed,
unloved and forgotten in the back
of the attic, the player grown
and clumsy in her age.
But when the skies darkened
and fires burned bleakly,
fueled by bills and bank notes,
the piano made the sacrifice:
it was auctioned off,
sold for scrap;
but the love of childhood is bittersweet
and we all grow up eventually.
The piano knew this best,
so it went away
and gave her the chance to be happy,
as it had when she was young.
LargesseImagine spraying the donation box grey,Largesse in Free Verse More Like This
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
GolemHow many times have I scraped the grit,Golem in Free Verse More Like This
shirked my hand through a landscape
of grained runnels and flicked the dirt
from the corner of my gargoyle face?
Every morning my unshaped form is
remoulded into homunculus
as I animate myself with words;
the soul is a tabla rasa,
a small piece of wax,
moulded whilst I eat my schedule.
I try to crack my concrete shell,
but only find the sprawled
folds in my bed-sheet,
which I explore, roam, occupy
unknown spaces in
My dark third is filled with stone
saturated with hubris.
I escape here at night and become
Here I avoid the question all golems hate:
A ColdWe knew that six feet underA Cold in Free Verse More Like This
And the delicately placed serotype;
A nasty case of the sniffles,
Which nurture had won
From the battle with nature.
We bred more than a little bug during our time,
But Just got one: a relic,
Crusty and rusted and forgotten,
Brought by a nightmare of red,
Spreading across like a cold and
An axis tilt.
VictoriaI've strangled my museVictoria in Free Verse More Like This
and left her basking
in the shallows of the Thames,
encased in London clay.
Within the concrete of a storm drain
I stitched my gap shut and
mimicked a broken mouth
to my sickened managers-
And returning home to my pen and paper
I tried to create something other than stats
My muse drowned slowly, in wheelchair bound
monotony; she must have flooded the vase on her bedside:
those flowers had not wilted from neglect
And I regret her asphyxiation; she had lived without air
in the river bottoms of Cambridgeshire,
whilst I died in the atmosphere of cramped London tubes
and Lincolnshire greens.
Tilt, SpiltA tilt a little too farTilt, Spilt in Free Verse More Like This
And the axis cracked,
Let the spore spread
And made Atlas sneeze.
He shirked his strength and
Took a day off:
Rested in bed
And gave everyone
A good seeing to,
As the sky descended
On ranch hands
Away from city lights;
Not far enough.
EpidemicA town of no vampires,Epidemic in Free Verse More Like This
Texan, with a heavy thick accent
Accompanied by a heavy thick pipe
Is how they would be remembered,
As route 26 was blocked by
Fields of barb,
And the old Texan walks
Thought-of-fondly-in-drawl by Mr. Barker
Are watched thoroughly by the wildlife:
The crows circle in a feverish frenzy,
The flies flit above the streams
And the Marines lie in the bush.
If anyone tried to leave tonight,
They would find,
The arteries clogged and left to clot,
Like the heart of aged Mr. Soames
down in the diner,
Eating a burger and fries;
Others again, were lost.