Sadness creeps up and drowns me
Like a sudden wave as I slept upon the beach
Blissfully unaware of it’s approach until it was too late
The mercurial darkness envelops me
Seeping into every pore
I would struggle but I see no assailant
Yet I perceive it’s presence, all around and within
The persuasive, persistent strength drags me down
Did I throw a pebble and anger Poseidon?
This torrent, which hits with all the power of a Tsunami
Yet conceals its position in perfect camouflage
The consummate warrior assassin
Leaves no visible scar but can crush a heart beyond repair
My only probability of salvation
Is to endure the hideous pain awhile
And hope, that the cycle of the emotional moon
May drag this pummelling wave back to another shore
Oh unpretentious man ........be bold!
Bid the words explore your heart
With spinning wheels that may unravel
The muted notions in your soul
And from that web emerge a thread
To tailor a cloak of clarity
As the rumbling darkness
Gives way to summer winds
That cleanse out all confusion
Beware, the distant rumblings crescendo
A stampede of truth snorts wildly
As it tramples your disillusion.
But still you fear the alien text
That stalks you from the page
Not recognised as kin, yet hauntingly familiar
Perhaps once you lived amongst these thoughts
Perhaps once you smiled as they approached to comfort you.
But will they accept you back after so long an absence?
Vile men use Gods, divine excuses
To cover for they’re worst abuses
Which God provides justification,
For overpowering peaceful nations?
And did a God wear orange or green
To smile upon the men unseen
That threw the pipe bombs at the feet
Of little children in the street
Was it a God that lit the flames,
To conceal slaughtered Jews remains?
Or the Architect of all creation
That constrained the Brave to reservations?
Does the concept of nature’s aviary
Sit comfortably with slavery?
Was the purpose to make men of colour
That we may persecute and hate each other?
Who shows the starved a cross of gold?
A God that can be bought or sold?
Or are these but the traits of men
That clear their conscience with …..
Amen
Fair instinct guide me where I walk
Prudence, with the words I talk
Pray let not wit sink into slumber
Whilst sirens fill my ear with wonder
Behold the comfort of darkest night
As truth reveals her shining light
And lights a path, not seen by day
A silken cord that shows the way
The way towards a better land
Where men may weep at loves command
Weep without a trace of sorrow
Content that there are new tomorrows
A Citadel of broken swords
Brave New World of joyous hoards
Where men have no more need of bread
Where hearts hold reign o’r scheming heads
But sirens you have won I fear
Daylight reveals a land of tears
As wit awakes from wistful sleep
I see that men deserve to weep.
Kiss a tear
Encapsulated emotion
Absorb
The joy
The pain
The fear
The relief
The tempest quelled, where once it raged
Captives cowering, suppressed by conformity
Expectations towering over the 'self-indulgent'
Whipping at our resolve, hoping for submission
I see you now in a far corner, smaller, but still aware
I glimpse the understanding in your eye
The tattoo that recalls past campaigns
I lift my hand,
It still has enough strength of will
To fumble for the rebellious daggers
One a quill, the other sable
Our last chance for freedom
Nervously I slide a bejewelled blade towards you
"Ready?"
You smile wickedly in reply
We creep towards expression, you shy from the forgotten light,
Then grow in anticipation of abandoning the shadows
The storm clouds gather like grey stallions
We each grab a furious mane
"No going back"
We attack
Dedicated to a valuable friend and insipiration
The Humming Bird Muse
The Ghost of Rain
Subjugates all
As she drapes the streets
With her Netherworld veil
Colours dim
Sounds whisper
All surrender in the court
Of the Phantasmal Presence
Street signs lose direction
Then punctuate the night with halos
Offerings of inferiority.
Satisfied with the genuflection’s
The Rain Ghost gathers her veil
And as silently as she came
Moves on.
The sights we have seen would fill wise men with wonder
French movies, Bugatti’s and numerous blunders
~
Sites on the web that would make you blush
Sights in the Yosemite’s that created a rush
~
The beauty of humming birds hovering flight
The marvel of stars as they pass through the night
~
But now it is time to have a vacation
To conceal ourselves in some darkened location
~
To not heed the searching of hands under cushions
To snigger at funky specs, temporary solutions
~
When we’ve had our rest we’ll come out of hiding
To be perched on your nose again, constantly sliding.
I gaze from within
They try and try to break in
It perplexes me
I sit in comfort here
No commitments
No obligations
No broken expectations
No tears
No reactions
Nothing gets in
Nothing gets out
Perfectly cocooned, embraced by elected silence
I watch you from the other side of the looking glass
Do you see yourself in me and fear the vision?
Why do you want in?
To share in my silence
Why do you want me to come out?
To be impaled upon your humanity?
A trophy to your goodness
No!, I will not respond
The enticements keep coming
“Heeeeeeeeelllloo d_o y_o_u w_ a_ n_ t ………?”
No matter how slowly you speak,
Remove the wasted bait from your traps
I remain disconnected from your painful intents
I have studied your world
It is a far darker realm than mine is
I will not abdicate my throne
You shall not usurp me
My perimeters locked and intact
You regroup your ice cream battalions
For another assault
I watch.
Dedicated to Pat.
I am eternally blessed with your fleeting smile
Nurtured from a seed planted by
Dawn A. Graddick’s
I Am Your Deafness
A Dreamer with her eyes and heart wide open
The walk takes forever
Soft winds play on my ears
As if trying to soothe me
Like a mother’s caresses
On the first day of school
“It’ll be alright you’ll see”
Yet a thousand demons
Try to persuade me otherwise
“Don’t be a fool, they will laugh at you”
I slow my pace
“Still time to back out”
The incubus chants,
Rallying his legions
I am there
The child I helped create welcomes me
I reply with a loving smile and gentle pat
I have seen her look tidier
Her outdoor clothes flaking here and there
I turn the familiar door handle
Like a Masonic handshake ritual
I am granted recognition and entry
All senses are besieged
The smells of paint, clay, stop bath and coffee
All intermingle in her unique scent
The base metal vibrations of alchemists
Crafting spells from guitars
Turns to gold in my ear
The sight of a puppylike unicycle
Eagerly leaning against the wall
Awaiting its dextrous handler
Then the unanticipated uppercut,
The happy hug of a child
“Hiya!” rips through my heart
Like a slow, ragged, twisting blade
No tormentors from Hades
Would have the cruelty to assemble
Such an army to their cause
The incubi grow confident
Sensing the breached battlements
“Not too late yet”
A deep breath
To distract the weakening heart
Just long enough to commit
“I leave next Monday”
Twenty years gone, in a racing heartbeat.
The incubus shakes his head
