What Is Life Without Love


No sounds that trigger emotions, no smells that recall moments
Nothing is the same in a city, not a thing reminds of a pity
But for the memory trapped inside, a boy who ran away to hide
Slapped and flicked, the sting of a hand and finger
Pushed and tripped, laughing at a child falling
Deeper into a hole, as light fades to the darker
Sadder each day that passes, always crying
Disappear, from up above, found a place, down below
Carried thoughts of yesteryear, held on to the misery in fear
Far from where it all began, drove a life to the ground
Failed to see the possibilities, let slip every opportunity
Giving up was simple, until here was found
Courage to steer ahead, regardless the adversity
Soaked in the knowledge, spun in a world of numbers
Dos and donts, following the rule to the decimal
Rotating seasons pass, true as the mighty North Star
A compass points thru winter, spring, summer and fall
Nothing gained, all is lost, failed to reach the bar
As death approaches, what is life without love called

Ax

I Tick


It’s not what’s in me that counts
It’s what comes out of me that matters…

The two go hand in hand to stand
The hate inside if hates, will band
Imagine a world, our world as one
Imagine if filled, filled with love
Choose a path, a path to follow
Choose wise for the wise will swallow
Keep safe a life, a life with purpose
Keep back the wicked, wicked lip service

Ax

So Black, It’s Blue


As if blind…

A nothing except for those particles
Close your eyes and you’ll see darts of sparkles
But not a line nor a curve to shape alpha or numericals
Starless, blackness, a sky, so black, it’s blue
The sadness that it consumes
Obscures truth to confuse

Gibberish spewed like pulsating electrodes
Overload eminent deciphering words in codes
Via tweets, hashtags that virally explodes
The hate is winning in a world, so black, it’s blue
How life is measured by colour and religious views
Disbelief turns to sorrow, when lies become truth

Does anyone care if it’s homicide
Does anyone care if it’s suicide
Does anyone care that it’s genocide
The end will come dark, so black, it’s blue
Day and night, the hour passes for me and you
Trembling cries that bids life adieu

Ax

Screams Freedom


Lips kiss, nape of neck
Tiny hairs’ stand on end
Tingles mingle, thoughts express
The scent from heat, steamy wet
Arms embrace a hold to state
This want is craved, craved, craved

Spin around, face to face
Lips on lips, for a taste
Drink pressed wine, of ecstasy’ fire
Lifting senses, drunk on passions dire
Sensuous touch infuses the air
Making love with care, care, care

Raptures throes that flip and bend
Muscles ache, can you comprehend
When held so tight that vessels swell
Blood, heated, boiling, overwhelmed
An urge to release screams freedom
As we come, come, come

Ax

Humanity is Broken


I am white
I am black
I am brown, yellow and red
Why are colours, dictating our heads

I am straight
I am gay
I am man, woman and child
Why would a tag, matter if mild or wild

I am shy
I am meek
I am scared, fearful and sad
Why would inflicting more suffering, be had

You are me
I am you
We are one, two and three
A human of two genders, split from the same tree

We are fathers
We are mothers
We are creators of life and death
Imagine your child, abused or killed in jest

We are god
We are satan
We are followers of good and evil
A choice is made by how much we love God or the Devil

Ax

Death of a Poet


Poems flowing in syllables broken by beats
A comma produces a pause, like taking a turn on the streets
Trying to make you feel, as you read these words of a poets piece…

Moonlit sky on a peaceful night
The black of space is blue tonight
Gaze upon a single star
Searching for words from afar
How can a poet describe what he sees
If he doesn’t, feel the moment, it appears

Clouds that barely move, covers the moon
Sweep across its back, a blank consumes
Wordless, a disease of the mind
When creation is hard to find
How can a poet describe what she sees
When her heart, only feels, the tease

Fighting the void by throwing in thoughts
Jumbled, mumbled, conjugates not
A phrase that would meld to tell
The death of a poet, fell
How can a poet describe what it sees
When it can’t, see the forest, for the trees

Ax

drawing by missmagicgirl on deviant art

(_______) ~ insert your name here


Dear (_______)

I pray this letter finds you well, I am inspired by what you’re up to over there. Flashing works of art through music, poetry, songs and crafts. Every scroll passing by, every stop made, made me feel. I smiled, I laughed, I tapped, I adored, I loved and I cried…

Inspiration comes from senses
Drowning in a sea filled with passion
Spawning life as Darwin imagined
Crafting art to songs and palms
Kneading clay to shape a goddess
Writing words that spark knowledge
Investing in the mind to flourish
Falling in love with a poets sadness
Wish he could sing you a song
It would be short not long
But it would tell you how I feel
In just a few silly words for thee

Ax

Merci beaucoup, grazie tanti per la vostra visita, every visit and tap of a like is a gift and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

dedicated to you, friends who take the time to visit. i know time is a killer. truly love and am humbled by you. wishes for the best in life. antony