poetcourt

Tonight I listen to the lost travellers' words, In his success on an eaten trail of crumbs, Wave him off into the woods, The wilds call to him and me, But our senses spell us differently, I take the faceless destructive coward's path, He runs through the trees chasing echoes and shadows, While I dowse the forest in liquidised fossils, Flames will follow them all, Burning curiosity is a fire that fights with questions, Satisfaction is the destruction of our obstacles.

The Sun streaks its last golden goodbye across the sky, The whirling fortress hits the shore, Its hands playing the yacht's rigging like a harp, Water swells until it claims the banks, Robbing them of any structure- to seem so temporary, The river span that took so many has waited so long, Its final act is to see itself drowned too, Those twin spires, Demon towers on the south east skyline, Now naked frames stripped of their tiles, Lightning causes their Skeletons to burn, While the tempest is sweeping what gentle life remained, What remain are the thousands of bellies belonging to sour hungry beasts, Out of home and Out of mind, While in ...

And when I finally found I could admit it to myself, And when I knew then at last what I had kept back, With what had lay hidden within my mind, Without clarity but with trouble and confusion combined, Forever knowing that realisation is a curse, Coming out will make it that much worse, Not controlling what I was born to become, I lost the feeling of feeling numb, With my honest heart I'll lie while I can, But truth being truth does not follow a plan, And what if fate brings me that penance, Though it’s not my choice to love both woman and man, At least I fell in acceptable romance, Whether coincidence or chance, I don't want to take life'...

Since when did we start seeing the world through such hateful eyes? The pink roses that draw blood from their thorny stems, The veins of Ivy that strangle each soulless stone, Each haunted tumbledown ruin, The pretty wildflower meadows that make your eyes sting and your nose burn, Each wet leaf that makes the road slip, The mist that leads to direction senses abandoned, Upon reflection those tired and wearisome eyes, Grey pallor that hangs below as a permanent reminder, Teeth rotting where they lay, The warm saline prison entombs the tongue, For it speaks before the mind takes control, Such a horrible selfish processor of thought, Kept fed...

The twin strips of sand divided, The rivulets that deepen in dips between the seaweed, Wading without fear, Socks and Shoes removed, Finding our way to the head, The last stone bastion stands in crumbling form, Barefoot up the sharp stone, The spiralling staircase continues to rise, Missing my footing but being clutched to safety, And enjoying the warm Atlantic breeze, Taking in all that one can see, Cleaning our feet in the grass, Putting the foot down, Speeding through the summer feeling, Watching it disappear behind us, For tomorrow we wake and walk to see, The grey has consumed, That happiness of me.

What thoughts that must enter the unstable psyche, As time slows at the equidistant point, Between the black waters of the Slaney's exit, And the stable, reliable footing above, What thoughts that mustn’t cross the idle impaired mind, As they toss away the chance of a life saved, Between the boisterous loathsome nightlife, And the soft Sun-warmed breeze blowing early across the Ballast Bank, What thoughts in minds of unrest, As uneasiness creeps in silently with the tide, The morning chorus may never be the same, And can it stop if there's no-one willing to take the blame, What thoughts in my mind I do not wish to hear, Life and death seem...

From long wet tipped grass To trodden sandy dry blades, Night into day, The way I was cut down, Was the way I began to grow up, Sat atop the withering dune, On a coast being swallowed by the sea, I sat there alone with my thoughts, Watching the edge of oblivion creep forward, As the others slept under canvas, I sat and watched the stars fade, And listened to the calm night, Whispering to me between the sound of gentle waves breaking, And when the next morning had truly broken, It was I who walked across the young boy's broken glass, But the tokens were broken, And I walked painfully on the stone chipped path, Alone in this summer, Forever ...

In the end, It is never the same, We must keep our minds, and heads cool, Some things are good, Some things, Interested in him, After that if they see, Other options are there, They want to keep him talking, Willingness from both parties, To drown out excellent initiatives, An alleged breach relating to, Be able to mix things up, and be able to adapt, Hand-in-hand, Blissfully obvious, Not everyone is infected, The now abandoned project, Plagued on the margins, To the demands, is not a bad thing for them.

The stars shone like bruises and scars on the night sky, Until the first daylight broke, Soon it was pouring.The moon was long gone,and the cats too,inside they went, The clouds rolled in like thrown blankets; Their fallen droplets feeding the flowers, And how the dogs would howl and whine to be let out, And the postman would whine to be let back in.The sun was no more than a ghostly shadow, The snow began to fall in clustered flakes, The white more brilliant than that of the pages in the books on the shelf, Or the one that lay open on the table beside the half finished milkshake, Scattered across the table and floor were crumbs from biscu...

Sipping at the cup of starvation, Hungering for the sense lost, The non-sensual numbness, Muted separation between the fore and aft of where we learnt, Any feeling felt is not received, No reflection possible, What I would give to have things feel so familiar, Experiences don't register correct, Orientation is wrong, Give me the crisp dry crunch of the leaf, The soft cold crack of the ice to be followed by its groan, The sun on my forearms and my surface prickling with nervous endings, The bells toll wrong from twin spires, Blood of a deck of horses, The tree is up and the heater is on, Here he stands forevermore, New grey paving, Relining...