Surreal

Cut all love's losses
Before they mottle, mar and degrade
Freeze time for one feeling
Ensure it not to age.
For amor's ardence thrives fit at the root
The flowers of romance will wilt
So nip the bud prematurely
And bury it down in the silt.

I dreamt a sightly dream last night
Escapism appeared exempt
Journeyed blind and shut-eyed
Along a path arranged.
You standing at the spire's gate
Surreally cast in flesh
Could not last long molecular
Before horribly disturbed.

A spider dashed the bedclothes
So I folded them in fear
Then rising from the ignorance
I watched you disappear.
Dawn was fast approaching
Creeping coyly through the room
Strengthened every detail
Held me from my dream.

This picture of reality
Omitted love's sweet mould
On turning where you once were lain
Turned my skin to cold.

Inferiority, Complex

Your impassable response leaves only a small sting
As left by a wasp in angered defence.
Where once a hornet's mark remained swollen and sore
A scarred reminder twinges less in remorse.

I have no expectation in the divine circumference
Yet karma seems another matter of balance
The fickle heart is never as imperial nor as metric as two equal kilos on the scales
And desire is regularly outweighed by resistance.

The glowing embers of belief,
Cast callously from the fire extinguished of all ardent desire
Can manifest in the word
To attempt meaning in a lustre.

So I wrote a letter to my beloved,
Whom I hold dear without demand
And waited on in the silence
For unabated sound.

My Love's sting fresh and gaping
More the wood wasp's might
Cause for hesitation, second thought
And fright.

My Love's inferiority
Subject to make-believe
In catastrophic thinking
His intellect fails to see.

Fearless Absolution

Our irrational fears of life's pitfalls
So oft' mar the potential for life's pleasures.
Once experience lingers awareness in a taste
It dost scar an immemorial trace.
Yet does thou not dream to sail to the horizon, mindless of Columbus' edge?
An older, wiser man would sip the elixir of youth to reclaim the ignorance of juvenility.

The fearless child sits and plays with Beelzebub himself,
Neglecting to debit regard with wins and losses.
The child's zeal is instead granted to the game itself-
A wash of blissful naivety exempt from consequential flaw.

The clock strikes a motion in time
Chiming for the coming of age and the departation of guiltless agenda
In it's place come hesitant steps, stopping in their tracks
Ears prick like thorns as the eyes seek twice the detail.

Do you remember the sweet blithe novelty
Of lustful ambition in all it's unburdened glory?
Why not again, my love
And indeed why not at a greater length?

I now a scholar in rejection's aftermath,
Intake no desire with even a small pinch of waning doubt.
The covetous hunger need not be silenced or hidden away
But pampered and fed until the caves of Lascaux could not conceal the combusting delight of unrestrained award.

Though I, merely scholar
And not yet a master
Held in constraint until permitted freedom's lease by your personal relinquishment-
Find struggle in strict repression
Yet force justification in a manner of denial.

Fleshy appetites on their own may be choked in the physical fight
Though a meeting of the minds proves a more ardent force to throttle.
Since absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Avoidance surely tightens the coronary muscle, and coats it in a thick abstinence.

Instead the heart should be free to expand,
As do the lungs, or the wings of an agile bird
Soaring into atmospheric vastness.

Open your eyes my poor, flustered caged swallow
Or I shall kiss each lid in turn
Tenderly trying to reach your soul at the gates.
You need not be afraid of congenital aptitude
For in wanton indulgence,
Fearless absolution awaits.

Human Sacrilege

The will to alter perfection
Natural human intent
Achieve the dream, then tempt to wake
Revise to former state.

Fiddle with content
Treat it with contempt
Take the time to strive,
Expansive wistful pride
To Abdicate, lament.

Wring the mango's nectar
Collect the vinyard's wine
Drain away, all in exchange
To gather back the vines.

Purge the fruits of nature
Though luxurious and lush
Instead reach out, for what without
And rot the taste of lust.

Ennui

Ennui castrates my better sense
Ennui clouds the opaque vision in full
Ennui feeds a fickle thought
And vents for ebullient thought.

Yet my little protégé
Defies ennui in fits
I urge to keep him distant
Whilst his presence, wholly met
His strength resides in subtlety
In delicate desire
Unto his mould find clarity
Empty of restive.

I'm bored so take my slumber
A Spartan, displaced from sight
When we are one, resound the blues
Exchange potential life.

His former a facade,
One face and mind of four.
Generation paranoia
Ennui in encore

My protégé instils faith
In a handsome boyish face
I wish to feed and nurture
Keep ennui at bay

And as ennui persists
My colouring may change
But I'll protect my little protégé
For now he will remain.

Ennui is responsible
In momentary fashion
And to ennui, I'll toast with zeal!
To seek narcotic passion.

I, a Man. A Woman.

I, a man
Trapped and concealed by female form
Face oestrogen and resistance from hormones of rage-
Unreasonably they misfire, and alter my brain.

Could I, a man
From my cage find feeling?
For a woman alike
For another female?
My eyes disagree
And I am bound to the men
Who estrange me, disrespect me
Wrestle my masculinity.

Does loneliness rise from man within woman?
Or does she house the potential
And nurture unrest.
Feminism an option only to dismiss
For fear my familiars would soon take amiss.

If my lady capsized and my gent made the shore
He would rise as a man, to gently escort
The fairest of maidens with paper weight hearts
With kindly intentions
Not genial farce.
He'd fail to mislead
Or damage, corrupt
But instead he would carry his heart in his handSubmit it to beauty
Stay linked to her arm.

If I, a man
Had freedom to roam
Casanova in envy, turning lust to love
His lovers' soul then his to keep
Can now rest assured
He'll devote and protect
And her feelings he'll hoard

Yet I, a woman
Tend not, to women alikePush instead thumb of man
Internally and out.

Transient is the Poet!

Infatuated is the Poet

Inspiration sought and seized

Love each in their own sweet time

No pausing to bereave

Fascinated is the Poet

Novelty to win and wear

As a brand new sovereign piece

Until burnished from the tear.

Dismayed is the Poet

Rejection read and received

Replace the muse once pedestalled

And change the words in turn.

The Hands of Fate

Love intensifies like a laser beam

It hurts and restricts until it’s hard to breathe
Only karma can see how many hearts you break.

How many souls you chew up and spit out by the week
There’s a charge for my deeds, made payable to fate

Who sits by her strings, to lacerate hope
Each new tear to well from somewhere within

Rejects pain from the inside with each salty sting
To deserve devastation seems an unjust crime

But fate only works elsewhere in my life

Humanity removed, I’ve no need for fuel

Every organ will coat, every feeling ignored
My heart’s in your hands, do as you choose

If I have choice left then I’ll use it on you
Whilst I remain unscathed and un-bruised

From all the bitterness, held back by youth
I’ll be open and honest in the light of truth

I want you, I choose you, for you I will wait
But outside of what you decide is next

It’ll all be left in the hands of fate.

Everything

We greet the world with nothing

No credit to spend nor share

Penniless until we change

The world from our first word

Each action to each consequence

Decisions to afford,

That we earn from the premiere

And charge it to our thoughts.

Now you arrived with nothing

Donated a lifetime more

Made factories from man-made tools

Made morals out of hellish roots.

If you leave us with something

Know that you changed our minds

Stopped us in our tunnel vision

Made us change our tracks.

I look on to see the light

To give and not to get

To seize the opportunities

To love and not regret.

Accumilation falls in debt

On what I so far have not spent

On every healthy heart and soul

Funds to burn and minds to turn

But I will spend your legacy

The softly spoken words to me

Will pass my lips

Will leave my pen

Will render another thousand men!

You're not gone when you're with me

Or with your soulmate,

Left on Earth

Or each one with a memory

To all of those who confirm your worth.

You left the world with everything

No relevence has time

40 years of spending

From your very first of words

No credit left to burn now

Yet many a mind to turn

The Job's left with the living

To spend and not return.

Friday's Child

Thursday brings a year in age

For Friday's Child to grow and change

A lease of life again renewed

To start afresh if you so choose

It may seem this landmark day

Stands down, inferior

Fails to take

Importance in the grand exchange-

The passing of a Loved One's soul.

To the diamond mine he goes

Where he is safe, where he can shine

And stain ubiquity upon your life

Now the bearer of this flame

Take him through, the good you'll do

The lives you'll touch

Not in his place

But by his side

Where he'll always remain

To love and give, birth-right dictates

Virtues to bear

And never to change

Yet now we're blind to memories new

What more is sight but selfish gain?

We have in mind last words to say

Hold your brother gone, yet near

Keep your memories running clear

For Thursday brings the grand exchange

Now Friday's Child can come of age.

North and South

It seems a long time round

Since we were tete a tete

This morning's walk seemed short

Spending most of it in my head

Losing time in thought

The sky did bleed eratic drips

As they spilt from deflated will

Has all considerate care been lost

Exchanged for falser things?

We become like North and South

Together we're compelled

Yet you seek out the other pole

When I'm not there to select and draw

Saddened in the absent days

I am alone without my North.

You live there in limbo, just.

There's something in the body's water, unclean

Passing through internal rivers

Like a swelling of a poisonous stream

Spilt from an inside job

Can you tell me your view

Standing on the brink of Death?

Tip-toeing, tilted face-forward

Gazing over the edge

We're seated near, you and I

Can see the state of each outer shell

Knowing little of what lurks beneath

The last sight, before you cease

Will soon turn to memory

But yet no detriment is lost

And sentiment becomes all.

In your absense years have passed

Now so will many more

Tears fall for the permanence

And loss of our control

I live unbeknownst

Can draw nothing from a photograph

Can perceive nothing of omens instore

I love willingly without debt

Falling, with every chance of recovery

Reaching the most sensitive of senses!

Into the dangers of anothers' arms

To slide from such as unhingeable place

May well bruise the foot's sole

But the soul of vital value

Somehow remains in tact.

Undivided Love

As bright as morning, overdue

You took my hand and lead me through

That old acquainted door I'd passed

Just once before, through I had walked

To turn and find that you were gone

And I was left a gap from you, alone.

I held you in my finger tips

Your skin lain soft beneath my touch

I fear for what is good in you

Distracts my better sense from truths

Blinking sights of beautiful

Each eyeful scans a part of all

So I know every line, each hair

Can know and feel when you're all there

I know no better way to fall

Through melancholy laws, so tall.

Together find a Capulet

And Montague for Juliet

We lie asleep like star-crossed frauds

In each others' arms we're forged

But when day-break divides us both

A promise leaks to stay in touch

But for no message I will not wait

As our undivided love proves one way.

For My Lover's Fate

For my Lover's Fate I stand aloof

Covered by a thickened veil

For I darn't let such a fiery truth

Reek anarchy over whom I hail

Perhaps from within this guarded state

All romance tucked in sentiment

-which in itself is tucked away

Can I protect a heart so fickle

A heart which beats so far from mine

Despite our bodies intertwined

I know for whom your heart dost beat

Yet she sought out betrayal

I know your fears and vital woes

But knowledge is no currency

In the economy of Love

To disappear from custom haunts

Remove me from distracted thought?

Yet aback I stand, for moral sake

Forbade myself from sole mistake

Which only lead to empty promise

-sealed with a lover's kiss untrue

Yet as I kiss each eyelid

To each tender cheek, to lips

I mean each one a thousand times

And forever I would kiss

A whole horizon for just one lonely ship

It's sails fly proud in a sea so vast

It travels, yet not from sight

Nor, alas, in touch.

In lack of choice resentment rears

My lonely ship sails on at risk

But in my limitation rides

No greater sign of fear.

For my love conceals the riggins

The decks, the crow's nest, the crew!

But my heart out on horizon's belt

Mysterious seas afont

I cannot find mistake in risk

Or in your knowledge wait

So for my Lover's Fate

I remain aloof

As love does not equate to trust.