I am over and done with,
finished,
in the trash,
put out for the binman.
The dark hooded binman.
He waves his sharpness in greeting,
a final farewell greeting.
A welcome to my world greeting.
The binman is here to take out the trash.
Wandering on the edge
of space and time.
Wondering,
longing to hold you,
to have you in my arms again.
The infinite universe
will not halt my search.
I will come to you,
kneel for you,
submit my life
to yours.
For you I would do anything,
travel the infinite realms of space,
stumbling on the edge of a
cyberverse.
Searching the infinity.
You are a lightning bolt to my heart
Fizzling, crackling, exploding with passion
When I leave, that face of beauty
Haunted me on my travels
Woke me in a sweat
I thought of nought but you.
I love you, not for hair, eyes, smile or beauty
But for love itself
You are my lightning
You enlighten me
Talking to you, solace is found
Comfort that I can never be scorned
Or deprived of friendship
You are there
Now and for eternity
You have a place in my heart
For you have the key to it
You bring me joy when I am down
Companionship when I am lonely
Serenity when I am on the edg
Of insanity.
My friend.
From the eye of the storm
the bolt of lightning strikes true.
Through my heart, tattered and torn
to make me whole. Thoughts of you
plague my mind
What to find?
Undying love
Pure as a dove.
My heart repaired
seeks only you.
My mind impaired
My tears speak truth.
For your lighnting bears
The power it wears
Is strength of love
Pure as a dove.
Gratified
in self conscious schemings.
Teeming
with lust and venge.
ATTACK!
Swarming to defense,
the battle of nonsensical nonchalancy,
seemingly swimming from his lips to his,
words, phrases, perfect, imperfect,
first, second, third.
It’s all the same,
you cannot tame!
Control your mind.
Righteous anger
flowing forth.
HOLD BACK!
Do not give in.
Filed under: Death, Negative, Poetry | Tags: death, Ferryman, Hell, River Styx
Take a breath
A long deep sigh.
Smell that?
It’s brimstone.
Extend your fingers
Reach out.
Feel that?
It’s fire.
Open your mouth
Lick the air.
Taste that?
It’s smoke.
Listen closely
Strain your ears.
Hear that?
It’s a river.
Open your eyes
Look about.
See that?
He is your ferryman.
This is not my work, but the work of a friend, and I would like to make this honourary mention on my site, because I think she needs to realise how good it is.
A bullet through each and every one,
Emotion for fills you.
Surrounding others around you,
Sun dissolves into darkness.
Bloodshot feelings.
Meaningless words,
Spread through thin ice.
What did you mean?
I will never know.
Filed under: Anger, Hatred, Negative, Poetry, Society | Tags: Anger, City, Society
Walking through the urban undergrowth
Huge concrete trees
Brush the clouds
Scrape the sky
Scurrying ants
Covering the forest
Going about their business
Private
Secretive
Predators stalk the alleys.
Run in fear.
Standing still in the dark
Deep breath
Absorbed in the darkness
Eyes wide
Listen to the silence
Sitting in the sun
Eyes closed
Feel the warmth
Listen to the sun
Dusk now
Lying down
Feel the twilight on your face
Squint at the sky
Listen to the gleam of the stars
