Of Greed

Murmurs lost on silent leaves
on the stillness of the water..
Tears may start a ripple, 
and leaves may swim ashore.
but are souls now bare enough?
or does your lust seek more?

Winter sighs

The echoes of laughter 
of a moonlit storm 
drip into a puddle of silent rain..
a passage to reality shrinks, 
dreams trapped behind the window-pane.


A cold bears upon us, 
the numb hums a lullaby.


Its time for us to sleep.

Acceptance.

The steady drip of rain
echoes of haunting youth
and emptiness of pain - 
its silence and its truth.
Yet still of angst extended
and calm of peaceful breath
and bliss of time suspended
embrace the kiss of death

View from the top

so climb with me.. 
            past these sanguine seas of slavery..
where truth and dreams mingle and meet, 
where the Gods are by our side, 
          and the world is at our feet.

Same poem. new style.

A blue alive paints a forbidden kingdom of graves once cold.....


And yet its hues mingle and die, 
and bow before your black night sky, 
as forests dance to this murderous rite, 
they seek your flame, 
they seek its rain tonight.....


Whilst angry skies cry bloody tears, 
and flood with colour these sanguine fears, 
they set your hungry eyes alight.....
so come hither beast, 
for I let you feast tonight. 

Waiting

The violence of shame, impulsive, 

                                       ungreys the skies that rain, 

and the silence of blame, repulsive, 

                                       screams out in hollow pain.

           

                  Tonight I let you feast, 

                  the broken and the beast, 

            while i untuned and numb await, 

            with myriad hues of unknown hate, 

                 the savagery of dawn, 

          WHEN I SHALL SING MY SONG......

Hope.

These blinking streetlights under skies alight
shall not bring you back to me tonight..
but the silence of a fading pain
and the numbness of forgotten rain, 
and echoes of a winter gone, 
shall surely, most surely bring the dawn..

Dead Roses

Dust dances in fading sunlight to tunes from broken wind chimes.
It cloaks these beds once crimson from endless shameless passions
in guilty greys of pain;
and from the empty blackness of my soul, 
a whispered question echoes across the silence of our pasts - 
pray, can you tell, if dead roses smell?
Or is it just that the thorns that lasts?

Boredom

the stolen soul
feels the discomfort
of borrowed robes.

walk away (random childish fun with rhyme and style. ;) )

And when it’s time for curtain call,

Just before the shadows fall,

On empty chairs and vacant halls,

Will you walk away?

And if I bleed in murky rain,

Through a constant, crushing pain,

And joy and hope like love I feign,

Will you walk away?

And when my magic’s lost and gone,

And my tunes have sung their song,

I’ve lost my place and don’t belong,

Will you walk away?

For when the dark befell the night,

And the meek destroyed the might,

And all our hope was lost to fright,

The world had gone astray

i  told the world that i had tried,

And all my men had fought and died,

And as their mothers wept and cried,

The night had won the day.

To wash the blood and mask the pain,

to hide the tears, i called the rain,

For all the joy had now been slain,

By passions gone astray,

and in the rain i realise,

That all the pain in hollow eyes,

Say the words that i despise,

and turn and walk away.

So would you now quench my thirst?

Or would you rather see at first,

if my crown had now been cursed?

And then walk away?

Your silence now answers me,

And as i stare wistfully,

On dreams and hopes that once could be,

You turn and walk away..

Disillusionment.

Your light no longer warms the soul; the flame now a flicker, your love now a guilty glance across the sinful platter before us - bitten and chewed, the Forbidden Fruit, your pain sings to me, silently – of sadness.

You, a god from years gone by, the erstwhile divine, are now a shadow lurking behind the stained pall of decadence.  You mask your fears behind the veil of the heroic bold and beguile the blind, seek shelter behind a haze of the smoke from burning dreams of the broken, hiding your own self-inflicted wounds.  You, the Great Undoer, and you, the Great Undone.

For blind-eyed worship has now seen your silent fright, as unconfined lust swallows this violent night.

 Your passions are now hollow, mere lies that I foretold. Your dreams are mere escape, illusions uncontrolled.

Your nakedness repulsive, your wonder has now died. Your charms have now been broken, and now been cast aside.

Yesterday’s moon, honey, that’s what you are, yesterday’s moon. 

Broken rhymes from fickle hope.

Hope that once seduced with lusty songs of paradise, has taken flight on massive wings of treachery, its ugly lie left bare by a hungry, insatiable dark that eats away what isn’t, its ministers swallow what is hollow and feast on all untrue.

The rain seeks to colour the grey and uncolour the red.

These sanguine rivers may drown the tears but mere distraction cannot stop them. The theatre fools no one.

Find me a star that doesn’t twinkle. No. Planets will not do, as they cannot bind me.

 Find me a star where the dark has had his fill and light can now be still.

For now I’m trapped and deserted, but hopeful and comforted, by ironical optimism.

That from this ink of sorrow I shall fashion an epic story

Upon this foundation of sadness, I shall build my cities of glory....

But wait.

You, a child of a life that was, a dream from a sleep now broken, you, a fallen leaf in autumn, from tales of love unspoken,

You whose faith may spark for a moment a reverie of escape, have now drowned me in cold waters of distrust without form.....without shape.

You who no longer belong are no longer needed.

What’re you still doing here?

The Midnight Coffee Walk

I shiver from more than just the chill outside....
the inside brings no relief..
Smiling masks veiling shadows hungover from sleepless dreaming....
Anxious eyes screaming silently for help from Gods in apathy, the whimsical divine.
Quivering hands reaching out into a deepening void, victim of hollow promises..
World, your pretentions sicken me.
escape..
I sip my coffee and tune you out.

A Dream

Close your eyes with me….and i shall show you impossible hues of colours unseen……smell fragrances unearthly beautiful from flowers that cannot be but heavenly ….entice your senses with the touch of divinity…possess your soul with the music that surrounds….ah. the music!!....i shall push the boundaries of though past the point of mortal morality, we shall indulge in fantasies….so pure, so selfish, so simple and yet so profound…and yet so overwhelming…..

dream with me……and i shall enliven it.give me faith and we shall conquer these boundaries of thought and action.. we shall achieve the unachievable as we think the unthinkable……the taboo…..we dare to break free…. escape from chains that bind us to what is emotionally mundane……flee from dungeons that confine us to what is insignificantly shallow……lets jump of the edge of the earth…..dive into that bottomless pit….dare with me, and when we emerge on the Other Side, then encharmed by the music and enraptured by the magic you feel emotions growing…..you are humbled by its humility…..rendered speechless by it’s deafening silences……yes, the alchemy of love shall transform the impossible into the conquered……the dream into reality.

i do not ask for your love…..i know i do not deserve it…….all i want is faith….enough to fill one of the million voids you left behind in a soul that is all but destroyed…all i ask for is a thread of trust……to sew back the widening gaps your tore into my fabric of reality,

let me dream your dreams for you…….and before your fickle heart gets tired of the magicians tricks……they shall be our reality.

dream a dream with me, won’t you?

A Question

Wind carries the truth:

A storm lays waste to castles....

and pillars of our dream.

Why then choose to, 

breathe the air-the kiss of life, 

the now with death agleam?

illusions

the black ink spot on my fair skinned hand, 
stares and stares at me.
Denial cloaks the hole in my soul, 
and rewrites reality.

magic and lies

As darkened hues of blue, fight and scare away the orange streaks of sky.....
come smell the fragrant flowers of night, and dare enchant these lovers' lies.

reflection

These sanguine seas with silence surround, 
and trap these thoughts in fear profound, 
and as your blood oozes and mingles around, 
your smell still lingers in me....

A Worthy Life

Sometimes you just let things be, 
until one day, they set you free....
and as you leap into the night, 
you find your wings aren't meant for flight

and as you fall to death below,

you think of seeds you had to sow,

all the roles you had to play,

all her demons you had to slay

you wish for another chance,

a long goodbye, one last dance,

but as you fall, you realise,

that for her smile to reach her eyes,

to enliven her every breath,

it took your fall, it took your death.