Wednesday 17 November 2010
Saturday 17 July 2010
Ultraviolet
Glistening in the late day break, the last sigh of the westbound sun,
The sky darkens in a battle daily twice won, tremendous light of day the night takes,
Sand shifts beneath the beach, another victim in a war with no victor,
A conflict with no territory or material richer, always expanding in the eternal reach.
The ocean cascades over forgotten prints, washing away long lost dreams,
In the distance someone hears a scream, a lament for the sea cleansing the last of the beach poets,
How many lives as far as the eye can view, them staring up at our foreign land,
Turbulent existence in the time of sands, each cycle of the day life anew.
Echoing ripples fade and ebb, ancient debris dragged forth from times forgotten,
Centuries slumber beaten at the violent bottom, with the tides broken web,
The unforgiving deep keeps secrets never dreamt, crushing swirls who guard forever,
Ensuring safekeeping and are never, to all on the surface, exempt.
Whisking you away into the garden of dusk, there are no sounds here so into the emptiness I hush,
Orchids climb and wrap themselves around upward beams, floating around the eternal foliage almost unseen,
Risking the flora wrath I call out to my love,
Chasing after you I lament is that not enough?
We bathe along the lake of tranquil water, floating in bliss to the inevitable loves slaughter,
Holding in sacred arms the promise of peace, until the water cascades there will be no release,
Our bow is strong, reinforced by sweet greetings after coldness in separation,
Silently the boat cuts through the water, embracing it's inhabitants with their partnered isolation.
The sky darkens in a battle daily twice won, tremendous light of day the night takes,
Sand shifts beneath the beach, another victim in a war with no victor,
A conflict with no territory or material richer, always expanding in the eternal reach.
The ocean cascades over forgotten prints, washing away long lost dreams,
In the distance someone hears a scream, a lament for the sea cleansing the last of the beach poets,
How many lives as far as the eye can view, them staring up at our foreign land,
Turbulent existence in the time of sands, each cycle of the day life anew.
Echoing ripples fade and ebb, ancient debris dragged forth from times forgotten,
Centuries slumber beaten at the violent bottom, with the tides broken web,
The unforgiving deep keeps secrets never dreamt, crushing swirls who guard forever,
Ensuring safekeeping and are never, to all on the surface, exempt.
Whisking you away into the garden of dusk, there are no sounds here so into the emptiness I hush,
Orchids climb and wrap themselves around upward beams, floating around the eternal foliage almost unseen,
Risking the flora wrath I call out to my love,
Chasing after you I lament is that not enough?
We bathe along the lake of tranquil water, floating in bliss to the inevitable loves slaughter,
Holding in sacred arms the promise of peace, until the water cascades there will be no release,
Our bow is strong, reinforced by sweet greetings after coldness in separation,
Silently the boat cuts through the water, embracing it's inhabitants with their partnered isolation.
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Breathing, got to keep breathing.
Another wave toppled atop her again, writhing her body with agony. Knocking precious air from the lungs, depriving the blood once again of all insistent oxygen. She span in the wave, a speck of insignificance in the great blanket of water. Struggling toward the surface, holding onto life.
Eyes open, making out the distant surface, the cruel depth refusing to let her ankle go. She screams, forces herself toward the sweet air.
A small bubble escapes her mouth. It floats upwards with ease and grace, and breaking the surface making no sound at all it roars.
Breathing, got to keep breathing.
Another wave toppled atop her again, writhing her body with agony. Knocking precious air from the lungs, depriving the blood once again of all insistent oxygen. She span in the wave, a speck of insignificance in the great blanket of water. Struggling toward the surface, holding onto life.
Eyes open, making out the distant surface, the cruel depth refusing to let her ankle go. She screams, forces herself toward the sweet air.
A small bubble escapes her mouth. It floats upwards with ease and grace, and breaking the surface making no sound at all it roars.
Breathing, got to keep breathing.
Simple truths
A nod over a cry,
The truth over a lie.
A quiver of the lips over a frown,
To kiss lightly the dream away, and in it drown.
To hear your pursed smile whisper my name, for me to bask,
I see your silhouette glide across the room, and thats when you lower your mask.
Open your eyes, look at me,
In my hand, I hold yours.
The truth over a lie.
A quiver of the lips over a frown,
To kiss lightly the dream away, and in it drown.
To hear your pursed smile whisper my name, for me to bask,
I see your silhouette glide across the room, and thats when you lower your mask.
Open your eyes, look at me,
In my hand, I hold yours.
Monday 7 June 2010
In Thy Name
Rippling blue, make you mine
Forever there, it'll always make you pine
35,000ft up, give me time
Forever there, it'll always make you pine
35,000ft up, give me time
The Broadest Daylight
He sat staring at his hands, it wasn't working.
It meant more to him than most things. Why he whispered, oh why.
Heart filled tears might as well have streamed his face like an ecleptic monsoon.
He cradled the deceased in his arms and mourned during the song of the dead.
Death might call upon him next, such is misery.
Might you pass me three times over, ye hollow grace.
It was simply dead in his hands.
It. Was. Over.
It meant more to him than most things. Why he whispered, oh why.
Heart filled tears might as well have streamed his face like an ecleptic monsoon.
He cradled the deceased in his arms and mourned during the song of the dead.
Death might call upon him next, such is misery.
Might you pass me three times over, ye hollow grace.
It was simply dead in his hands.
It. Was. Over.
My Many Queens
My cold mistress, climbing my arm and whispering no harm
She embraces me, appearing with flight and icy bite
Her freezing warmth wraps around my fingers
And with seeming stealth, finds a way into my veins
Secreting a passage of haste around the body
The whole time caressing and quietly singing there will be no pain.
Such tender touch, she pushes me away with a blush
Coyly she smiles, knowing it will see her miles
I feel a feverish grin spread permanently across my face
Through blue lips she tells i’ll always be the one she’ll miss
Walking away into the cloud of bygone era smoke
She will turn and blow me a crimson kiss.
With shots fired overhead, she’s priming to explode without a crime
Bodies crumbling, her mine is laid and blood will be paid
Body showing no remorse, a bayonet is fixed and shown to me
I know it’s going to be mine, and with its tempered edge I will die
Looking across the field of agony, I see my red queen
And feeling my heartbeat slowing to a crawl, I realise my mistake and begin to cry.
She embraces me, appearing with flight and icy bite
Her freezing warmth wraps around my fingers
And with seeming stealth, finds a way into my veins
Secreting a passage of haste around the body
The whole time caressing and quietly singing there will be no pain.
Such tender touch, she pushes me away with a blush
Coyly she smiles, knowing it will see her miles
I feel a feverish grin spread permanently across my face
Through blue lips she tells i’ll always be the one she’ll miss
Walking away into the cloud of bygone era smoke
She will turn and blow me a crimson kiss.
With shots fired overhead, she’s priming to explode without a crime
Bodies crumbling, her mine is laid and blood will be paid
Body showing no remorse, a bayonet is fixed and shown to me
I know it’s going to be mine, and with its tempered edge I will die
Looking across the field of agony, I see my red queen
And feeling my heartbeat slowing to a crawl, I realise my mistake and begin to cry.
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