Poetic Symphony


At dawn hear the birds sing when morning comes
The dew on grass shimmers by the sun
Ever so gentle leaves flutter with the wind
Lost in the beauty that fills from within

How songs tell stories with a soulful melody
Brushes stroke paint into images velvety
Dancers sway provocative, wet and sultry
A poet gifts a muse with a poetic symphony

Could love come knocking, wishful thinking
Knocking socks off, a whirlwind spinning
Dazed and confused the heart takes over
Smothering logic its hard to stay sober

I’m drawn to the stars how they sprout at night
Accompanied by the moon makes it feel right
In the comfort of its glow is like being home
Chasing dreams, a star seeds call to roam

Ax

Love So Mad


I want to push your buttons
Run my finger along your spine
Skim the nubs like a roller coaster ride
Up down
Feelings start to climb
Rising fast with a blast it peaks to the top
Tipping over a 90 degree drop

Stop…

This make believe rattling in my head
Makes it hard to get out of bed
Penning lines that sometimes rhymes
Just to get a rise
Widen your eyes
Make you smile
Grab you by the soul

Go…

Tilting left then right
The adrenalin surges, penetrates with might
This world drives insane, believing in heaven or hell
Who cares, make a mess, shake the ground, ring that bell
Oh if we could be, really be, what a mess we’d truly make
Turn this make believe into reality and ease the ache
To love so mad that the earth quakes

Ax

Hard


how the buzz from a hit of weed propels the mind to open wide…

I have felt pain, who has not
I’ve cried hard to the point of passing out
Struggling to breathe in air
When lungs are weighted down by a heavy heart

I have felt love, who has not
I’ve awed watching lovers holding hands
Inner tears fill the throat
The swallows hard, trying not to choke

I have felt sadness, who has not
I’ve sunk down low enough to call it quits
Thoughts, exploding in my head
It’s the hard that drives the desire to carry on

Ax

Retired Eyes


A lonely castle built by Poe
Words upon pages flow
Hither, tither, to and fro
Hear a blackbirds crow
Carried by winds that blow

Please if it will, that I may
Tell of a tragic tale

The nights are cold in the city
Frost seething down on the ground
Shuffling feet, scraping beat
There ain’t no sunshine coming now
No, tonight the air wears a frown
Sadness comes from everywhere
It looks at you, it looks at me
Wondering, is anyone free
What if…
A glow in the distance grows
Light against dark, contrast
Turns to a blue, bright as a morning sky
With wisps of puffy white clouds
Hope springs, could it would it find
The sun shining through brings a smile
Survived the journey of a midnight mile
To seize the day anew
The yesterday, like the wind blew
No…
Just another pause in a time
That lets breath take in deep
Expelled with a final sigh
Slowly fades to black, retired eyes

Ax

Star Seeds


His heart pierced, the desire within is fierce
Journeys in time, to worlds near, far; how sublime
Riddles of life sought, defeats and triumphs fought

An ache inside thrashing about, the urge to scream and shout
Misplaced on a rock spinning round, velocity lifts from ground
Eyes closed shut, imagines an Eden through galaxies that erupt

A lost seed planted on this earth sprouted in birth
Shallow roots spread short, failed to hold from bitter frost
The want, no, the need to leave so great, consider it greed

Reborn in death, a path that leads to a new first breath
Like a distant love, the kind dreams are made of
As told in faerie tales through storybook fables

Ax

Healing A Soul


Fell in love so many times, tears outpours rain
Under sky, the one this world eyes
A gift given to all of earths living creatures

All the stars that twinkle at night
The wind blows, like a kiss it cools
Bronzed by sun, glows the colour gold
The ocean sprays its mystic fragrance
On snowy days take comfort by fireside
When will it be enough to praise what is ours
Why choose a name for the divine who is the same
O’aught to be, this planet evolved for us to be free

Enslaved to work in bondage
Enslaved to owe a debt
History remains the same
Present and future has us chained

Yet, stirs the heart that pumps life through veins
Rushing, churning, what’s inside of us
Spiralling down a burrowed hole
The silhouette of a white wabbit
Looking up, wonders
Does a poem make one feel
Would it matter if lines stuttered
Breaking into rhymes, syllable after syllable

1 2 3, A B C…I See You, through the vibe of wifi
Loving every inch of space that comes through
Healing a soul, trapped in a world that spins hot and cold

Ax