There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.
Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows
Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
You are darkness
but there are stars shining in that darkness
the night gives the stars room to shine
and heaven is a heart that mines
all the diamonds in the sky
for us when we die
you cannot have the light without the dark
you cannot have light without a spark
which illuminates the dense darkness of night
we gravitate towards the light
we need it’s warmth like a beacon
otherwise we weaken
but the dark is place of growth also
and we grow in the dark towards the light.
A man filled to the brim
with importance like a full pint
waiting to have his glass smashed
and the contents on the bar room floor
in a bar room brawl
or drunk or consumed
I unlike have had my confidence dashed
my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk
I skulk in the background
I was only ever a lemonade man
in the shade never seen or scanned
my life never pretty lies.
Even if you one kind thing to one person today
It will brighten their day
we go out searching for massive change
Don’t forget that kind act, rearrange your mind do that one kind action
don’t lose your heart
you mean the world to that one person
may people be inspired by the poetry of what you do
the act of kindness inspired by you.
The clammer of the overthinking overwhelmed mind
chattering away with itself like a overused hard drive.
Hope, but she is a caged bird waiting for her master
faith but all faith is enslaved in disaster.
A sonnet of despair, a song of solitude
a monologue of filth and the rude
a innocent boy and a prude.
A crazy overbearing self talk squawk
a chalk drawing of heart that’s been erased.
A penis looking up at the sky
A black dog biting its owner
A loner waiting for the strength to cry.
Freedom from attachment
but a wanting to be engaged and attached
Discourse divorced a face scratched.
silence like a scream
a dream turning into a nightmare
a blank stare
a daydream being expelled.
Hell carrying on into a lonely hello
An eye open that cannot be shut
a slut shutdown clown
love becoming only a noun.