Saturday, September 16, 2017

Where is Heaven

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Dawn runs its lazy fingers over my limbs,
stretches its warmth to the length of my body,
awakens the need to be alive, to fulfil,
to be in your presence, lead me to you, be my guide,
all I need is your touch, I will find the way.

And with the rising of the moon at 2am
I will devour you as would a starving man
too long deprived of your scent, your taste,
a growling hunger possessing,
every cell compelling, begging, for surrender
to the cravings deep down in my soul.

Where is heaven and where is hell?

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

It's Time for a Revolution!

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An entire race depicted
as hunters of a peaceable nation,
subjected to the madness of a cold, cold soul,

judged and found guilty by temperate minds,
raised on the lies of their keepers,

where truth and debt
has been slanted and staged,
fiction turning fact, to a generation
programmed to believe what they’re told,
without question and without qualm.

Honest deeds lost to time.

Complicit in silence, you condemn!
You pledge deference to a lie!
Stand up and speak!
Say what you think,
say what really was,
speak up against injustice,
speak out against bias,
say everything you’ve been conditioned to suppress,

and pivot the power from the governing few
back into your hands, and yours, and yours,
where it’s meant to lie,
with the people deserving their place in the sun.

It’s time for a revolution!

Sunday, September 10, 2017

I pray this is not a game to you

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Dormant desires awaken the fire,
fuelled by the wind to a height that is dire,
certainly I’ll burn, I’ll burn in this pyre,
I pray this is not just a game to you.

Deadly deception, delusions, untruth,
denying the reason which time norm’ly grew
enveloped in sin, in sin where we flew,
I pray this is not just a game to you.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

seven minutes to midnight

It's seven minutes to midnight
and the moon reigns in full glory over scuttling clouds
leads dancing shadows across rooftops and lawns
flits through the dreams of the sleeping
leaves behind a seed of magic
stretching the impossible into possibilities
kindles the flame of lost childhood
the innocent faith in the fantastic
shaping, reminding, teasing, daring,
will you remember all this when you awaken?
Or will your wishes burn away with the rising sun…

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

What do you want to find

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Have you ever sat back, struck by a sensation, surreal in nature,
a sense of ‘so this is what it’s like to be a grown-up’,
one where it feels like you’re playing house,
that this life is not real, what’s before you is not real,
nothing you do or have done is real, it’s merely a dream,
and next time you blink you’ll find yourself in the backyard
of your parents’ house, hearing your name being called,
and it saddens me, life does not hold the promised joy,
bestow the alluded to freedom and pleasures,
does not follow the script painted to me when I was a child,
because emptiness echoes when you follow the proper groove,
what I want is to find magic, I want to find my soul.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

The Wind of Dissent

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The west wind that is blowing bringing with it deep dissent,
madness swirls like broken leaves of last year’s failed intent,
murky skies incite with guilt by claiming it’s my fault,
edginess is driving me, compels me to revolt.

Spurs me to an epic flight that’s led by instinct’s rules,
distance overrides all need, away from dying fools,
racing down deserted roads in recklessness innate,
I don’t want to live in this, if this’s to be my fate.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Another Night in The Shadows

How can skies turn to black in an instant,
turn truths into lies, hope into disbelief,
faith into fallacy and trust into guile,
how can it wipe away every vestige of possibility,
sever the throat of joy so brutally
you can’t even look into the eyes of love of an innocent,
how can one go from caring so very much
to feeling nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
thrown into the meaningless pit of existence,
unreasonable, irrational, wildly sweeping, self-destructive,
where words of encouragement strangle me,
kindness suffocates me,
a touch would surely shatter my soul,
and I scream in the darkness a scream,
even the gatekeepers of my private hell
feel a weariness creeping through their bones.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

It was one of those days...

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It was one of those days, melting imperceptibly into night, a transition in tune with the music drifting in the breeze, to the sounds of shifting time from you disconnected, and greeting the rising scent of nightfall, the steadily climbing heat proportionate to the cooling ocean mist brushing their skin alive with enticing images, vivid in mind and soul…