His Journal Bled, A Black Red


Page after page, hand drawn images
Shadows cast, lowly visages
Never the two, shall ever meet
Though desire craves to greet
Sharing tids, of bits, of pieces
A puzzle, begins to reason
The constant pounding as a boy
Beating drums to deaths door
A shell covers, his true form
Hiding from, a raging storm
Shades that fall, sight darkens
Blackbird sings, the night harkens
His journal bled, a black red
Thoughts, exploding in his head
Page after page, the final image
A moment frozen, captured a message

These are the words that end, a picture story
Created with a single colour, black only
Greys that lightly caress, the day’s that are blessed
Etched across a face, forever depressed
Lines that break tips, furiously scratching
Fibres, tearing the pages, screaming
A secret held from roving eyes
Reveals a truth, from constant lies
The joy of being lonely is a disease
It pains, it buckles the strongest knees
Repeatedly, to recite a prayer
For the courage to stand square
Eye to eye in fear, to bound us both
And pledge, a loves, never ending oath

AntรถnyRรถs

Tu Corazรณn

  
If I were but set in ways, that would have all life stand to watch. A blade would run from base to tip and in, it would, penetrate. The heart to feel the steel, cold and mean as a demons fiery stare. Yet demons exist only in dreams, made up of minds that have been betrayed. Shallow is breath, where love, was a word used to fill a gaping hole. Dug so deep, it echoes up, then down, meaningless.

Lost within the earths spin
Lived a life of sin
Took many, to the chin

So many fuck you’s
From being abused
Breath expelled used

The stench violates
Nauseates
Infiltrates

Leaving a bitterness
That kills in a sweetness
Left to ponder in meekness

Hate fills the heart
It tears it apart
Yet, it makes it spark

It flares
It cares
It swears

Every day to end the misery
Of living a life in agony
Reliving the horrid memory

Here, to stand alone
A forgotten headstone
Tu corazรณn

Ax

Colours

  
Reds, yellows and blues
They create a pallet swirled into hues
Absorbing each other like water and fibres
Expanding a story as told by liars

Stroking lines, brushed to fade
Covering a canvass under shade
Promises, promises this time to keep
What was then, becomes now, tomorrow’s weep

There are no colours, truth be known
That would bright, a heart of stone
Mixing a fantasy that swirls like Oz
A wizard? As if there ever was

Love, we all know it’s coming
We dream of it hoping
For a rainbow of colours. Truth?
Love is, black and white smooth!

A kiss is a kiss, we know when it’s right
It’s triggers emotion in plain sight
Colour it, in any way possible
As long as it tingles, unstoppable

Words, are the bonds that connect
The mortar that lines true respect
Say what you will, just don’t colour it
Let it flow, nice and slow, to commit

Ax

crap!!!

My Thunder

  
my thunder roars from the pit within
where the pain from days are bottled
as fumes ascend like fermenting wines
left are the fruitless stems that cry on vines.

my thunder soars taking flight with it
freedoms will, with wings spread wide
cutting a path through the air to see
gliding higher the truth appears to me.

my thunder adores time in space alone
in peaceful song that soothes and frees
high above the misery that lays below
once was blind but now can see the sorrow.

my thunder yours, for you to see
the cause and effect how you affect
this fool who believed in love
was never meant to be or speak of.

my thunder pours every time I see
the one who took my heart and tore it apart
with words that were said as truths but lying
the end is still like dying.

Ax

Silent Embrace

The dawn that lights the sky above the peaks

Where silence lives to hear God speak

Deaf, but for the bone chilling winds that spin and rise

Dropping down on clouds breaking them apart with lies

Creating different shapes that we see in life

Carved out by a razor sharp knife

A peaceful harmony to feel safe

Above the clouds where that silence turns chafe

I travel there nearly every day

To blowing winds that stroke my face in a bitter way

Without thought to evoke words of wisdom

But to scream in a silent embrace for freedom

That never comes

Left numb

To live

To die

Ax