Another breath. Another moment. Another day. Another night.
I am Death to you who’ll meet me. I am life to those who have.
A Mental Awareness Moment This inexorable calm stirs my soul. This lasting moment becalms my mind. I have struggled, but at last I am free. These rare moments of tranquility punctuate the otherwise haste of life like potholes in a street. We may steer around them, leap even, but if one is to pass straight […]
The Shriek I detest the drear The ebon night Pale at the stars In the bright moonlight Cower from the creaking Cringe from the shrieks It’s all in the mind My inner self shrieks Photo by Michael Mouritz on Unsplash
These dreams defy the mind of manEscape the touch of womanThese dreams are lost in fog and swirlsAbiding with the forgottenThough deemed as penance, souls long goneThe truth, they serve a purposeFor intangible pastimes I’ll n’er wantBy nature ever restless Image courtesy Aziz Acharki on Unsplash.com
I once watched an artist paint the sky. His brush caressed the canvas like a lover’s kiss. His every fluent movement, poetry in motion. At least, I thought so. The painter did not. Whether it frustration, or a lack of imagination, who knew? But the fellow grew so incensed, he snatched each sheet from his […]
Spectral inversionI think I might beA ghost prior to deathLonely, so lonely Seeing the coloursBut never the lightHearing the demonsUnable to fight Spectral inversionYeah, guess that’s meDying by daylightLonely, so lonely Touching at rainbowsNot feeling the rainLost in a snowstormEach bring such pain Spectral inversionSome claim that I beThough I prefer hollowE-ter-nal-ly A Poem by […]
We kill the cure Condemn the curse We shout and spit As though it fashion Is it! The words we use No smiles, all eyes And fingers pointing ‘That’s what they’re for’ Are they! A reckless adventure Inferno in waiting Made for decay Meant to delay Does it! Prefabricated values Shoved down throats Gagging, we […]
It was not her perfume, exquisite though it was Neither was it her hair, the colour of a waking dream Nor her lithe and slender body, mesmerising as a nymph It was her eyes, always her eyes Those light-consumptive orbs of splendour Darker than the abyss and deeper than the pit Blacker than black, as […]