Right… 

With rise and fall of right and all

Moving on again to its peak from finish 

I wonder if your love for me will diminish

As in the past some of us were strung 

upon the most local yew

and I fear I will be forever a hue askew 

an other, 

diverse 

from the rest of you. 

Exile Crisis

Held at ransom by the Foxton Cartel,
Local 2 bed mansions – guilded
in wheelie bin refuse, styled beaten brick chic.
Unattainable from the past’s sepia optimism.

la vie indisponible
available part ownership, deposit
a 100% addition to the student deficit.
Discounts free
to those with finances pristine Waitrose white.

25% of your days,
for your net total years.
a scheme helping the capital
grasp at the 1%’s remnance.

To venture with an old friend
Or advance a trembling true love,
Inflate your equity
To bleed for the benevolent extortion.

Your life now only available in part-
ownership.

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.

MicroPoems Ep.5

21.

In your eyes
I see, that those presented
as most strong, are those
most complicit in deceit.

***

22.

Who controls what we think?
Sometimes I tell myself
I do

***

23.

I’m trapped again,
stuck to your sweet voice,
your whispered honeydew words
leaving a brilliant sheen
in my bronze eyes.

***

24.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic heart trembling
within my sleeve.

***

25.

I could have died,
left
alone
in your heart.

*****

Vollies Afire

My love,

my mouth once knew your name.
far from these grand walls that part us,
thier spiteful spires casting a shadow
over the life of our former other.

From my minaret
to my domain I preach:
Prowess and accomplishments
-spitting
the cinders of burnt love.

From your tower I hear calls to prayer
To drink the wine of projected Perfection.
And with my jealousy concealed,
I no longer observe your commands.

Our social empires impose motionless taunts
our worlds locked in heated stalemate
unblinking,clocking each others move.

What tore us asunder?
My library knows well its history.
I a scholar…
of the downfall
of its date
of the blame.

Between us sand blew hot,
an arid gorge we created,
the empty wind lapping at our crumbling walls.
Within Our domain we’re but void caverns
-to a stale spite.

But Seasons turned, as droughts relief drips cool air,
And our cold war ceases.
Flags, doves    snow     afloat
-freed… In an air without heat.

We
no longer catapulting silence,
regaling all with single sided words,
salt the earth with propaganda;
searing hearts with volleys of words afire.

We
caress with hands sowing seeds of truce

All has been freed by time
Our conflict ended by fatigue;
-a perfunctory peace.

My former love,
I still wonder at your walls
Their shadows reaching my breast,
From what did our war arise?
I still recall
but no longer feel.

MicroPoems Ep. 4

16.

I always play to place,
in face
of the insurmountable weights,
tugging
from yesterday.

***

17.

Encased in crystal drops,
within home’s walls, I part,
donning an upturned eye,
yearning through these waters
in search of you.

***

18.

I await your lips
in water’s reprieve,
arrhythmic beats, trembling
within my sleeve.

***

19.

I freeze
to the thought of leaving;
dreading a return
to your parted presence.

***

20.

I want the world to be empty,
filled by just us two.

***

MicroPoems Ep. 3

11.

Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.

***

12.

In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.

***

13.

Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.

***

14.

Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.

***

15.

Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.