Sunday, 27 April 2014

Glass

Beyond the Pale moon trees,
A bloodied hand,
Clasps rotten ground,
Goes whirling past,
Poorly, seething, last;



Waking Up

So it walked, and spoke. It rose in the night but it wasn't alive. It wasn't sentient, only a dreadful mimic and, one that so expertly could craft such a bastardised conscience. Its lids, heavy with sleep I suppose, rose to meet my gaze. Gold, violet orbs set in a grey, porcelain face.


Tired

YOU SEEM SPENT ROTTEN, FRIEND,
YOU FIEND, EATEN ALL MY GOOD WILL AWAY,
I'D LOVE TO YELL, AND SCREAM, AND SHOUT,
MORE THAN I CAN SAY;

BUT NOT YET, FEAR NOT,
GIVE SHEER ANGER BACK,
TO YOU, THAT BLACK BILE,
I'LL DRINK,
AND DRINK IT WITH A RICTUS GRIN,
SEEMS A LITTLE MEAN,
YOU THINK?


Knight

The Righteous flew,
Through brook and brush,
Fell breath upon his heels,
A dracjon's wing against the sky,
Sought to make a meal;

And though his crime was right,
Though just a savior he,
Our knight still felt a twinge of guilt,
His heart's eye could clearly see;

An egg upon his saddle set,
Jostled in the fury chase,
Stolen from it's mother's clutch,
Heaven help this fool a knight,
Lest he lose this deadly race;

The trees began to bend and weave,
A deathly grasping dance,
And then the flames came hurtling by,
He'd barely stood a chance...


The Man In The Bush

His eyes peer out,
Warm chocolate gleam,
His mouth begins to curve,
Teeth like daggers.
 




Monday, 21 April 2014

Pathwise

One hop, two
Lungs and with,
These songs we said,
Along this 'bandon,
Stretch of lonely road;

Though hollow hopes,
We dearly held,
Open arms and with,
Plainly cries of joy,
We scent the warmth,
Within the wind,
Where surely it will rise.


Flowers 

Flowers, grass, we have to ask,
Where could they have gone?
The ground is bare,
With greenish flair,
And the sun yet continues,
Her song.


Sea

The sea is in a sorry state,
The waves arising high,
The peoples run and scream,
The sky beings to cry.


Dog

Dog, dog, eat the marrow,
Crack the bone,
Chew the fat,
Come home...


Bird

But one bird,
Had not misheard,
Likened to a K,
Rake and pent,
A vessel rose,
To Perch,
Upon the day;

When said and done,
Its wings outstretched,
Swallowed in the mire,
What black, fell heart,
Rose up in song,
Burning with unholy fire.