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

AntΓΆnyRΓΆs

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!!!

An Ode to Fuck

I had to share…
To be acquainted with a new soul has become a desire of mine.  Like finding a treasure.  Miss Emily C at poetgirlem is that find.  Her writing tells stunning stories….head over, get acquainted yourself and meet an awesome person.

There should be no likes here, link to Emily and plant it there πŸ™ 

A peek into my mind of 7 years ago…It’s fair to say that while my poetry is much deeper these days, not much has changed… ********************* fuck me with intention fuck me with conviction fuck me with passion fuck me with ambition fuck me on a whim fuck me skin to skin fuck me deep […]

https://poetgirlem.wordpress.com/2016/03/15/an-ode-to-fuck/

Woman iv/v

  
I can see your colours that fill,
every inch that is naked from a soul,
that feels the essence of being a woman,
wanted by another in a need to hold.

I can see the colours swirling over flesh,
drawing a mystery over time expressed,
taking the challenge to impress,
reading the truths with honour and respect.

I can see more colours that comes from inside,
where the deepest secrets reside,
harbored safe from hurtful eyes,
saved for the grace of a pure hearts cry.

Ax

i thought i could get all 5 done tonight. its 3am and am tired. will do v/v tomorrow.
thanks for all the visits and likes tonight. peace and love πŸ™β€οΈ

Hang’em Up

  
If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I’m just a speck in the breeze
That happened to land in the sea
Floating further away out of sight
Lost, day and night
The thought of you only
Steering me right

If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I’ll go away I promise
You’ll never hear, you’ll never see
All the memories will disappear
Journey on without fear
To places new and people too
Never regret leaving me here

If you’re not into me
At least tell me
I can handle the truth
Honesty is all I ask to be
I always thought it was my luck
Falling for you like a drunk
Now that I’m sober
You didn’t give a fuck

Ax

On Judgement Day

  
Beneath the veil of death
where prayers are recited in a sorrows tone

A plea for the hallowed hand of God to touch and hold
His child’s soul

Who journeys from earths blistered core
to no longer fear lifes burning toil

Should he cross into Your grace
and be held in hand forevermore

Though he may stand on judgement day, I beg of Thee
grant him voice to express his truth

Accept his anger at those who failed him
including You

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