Untitled – 23/11/16

And it seemed as if hopes were   aloft
asunder from liberty’s grasp.

An ethereal hand washes
all away,
against the mundane plight.

I must rest my eyes, before
tomorrow’s light stings my eyes.

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Andy’s Post

It seems like your voice comes only at times of sensitivity
dissonant opinion sharing -your subversive activity

“Don’t shoot the messenger -Oh…”
“I’m just playing Devil’s Advocate”
“People are evil”
-“they’re morally reprobate.”

But I tire of your distinct brand of banter
and your progressive take on the Trump banner,
regardless of what’s good and what is lost
it’ll not be your ethnicity
that pays the cost.

 

Adam

I remember you from a former life,
from a track
ran by road-youths.
before adult reality’s claxton,
screamed our cease.

In my mind I still
Visit you.
We never drifted.
There was no loss,
no flood of blood,
washing away your innocence.

Once Was You

The crook of her mother’s brow
shapes her earth toned world view,
reducing glitter to dust.
Grains of sun flee her eyes,
washed away
rhythmically lapping at her cut glass cheeks.
Each breath, drawing in a fearfully rose future;
fragile desires dashed
within her insecure moods.
Her palms gasp – parched.
Feet unmoved from where she stood
when she first said hello.

Hyacinth

You see
It lies in the false titles
given to those that bear the fruit.
To gain a recognition for deeds done,
the end goal not always in sight.

See… the warmth is blue,
a sombre heat without light
A form of cold pragmatism,
through exchanges of pregnant love.

You see directions are issued,
But to what end should that suffice?
We don’t all crave a destination, but instead
to be hooked – within two arms.