Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign, The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm cretian air.
She bowed to the crown of this viral pneumonia, she thought on chinese doctors in chinese labs, on Wuhan city on 5g masts. The medical scales of the pangolin embroil, the bat in the pot not quite at the boil, she is dead the thesis not, more to this truth we know not.
I awake in the calmness of tranquil poetry protected in love time losing all grip over me music notes dancing in a gentle summer breeze i’m like a loose leaf from a tree not care roaming free
Never to recant, his faith in the Lord, advanced gifted with the sword. Soldier of the Christ fought courageously in belief, compelled evil to hell as angels roared in raw relief. Onwards to the realm, converging from afar with Godly squall and brush of helm. Under his pennon they forge, chanting ‘Jerusalem’ for the feastContinue reading “The feast of St,George”
I will cry, until my tears overflow the rivers and become lost to the seas. I will cry, until the deserts thirst is quenched and raindrops drip life onto the barren. I will cry, until the angles pluck a melody onto my poetic chords and carry me home to rest. Alone, I cry and likeContinue reading “I will cry”
She’s left much more behind than a single blonde hair on my pillow. Inspiration oozing, like rain overflowing the leaves of a willow. Feelings unchained as her absence is felt, flames of promises ignited from a kiss, this night everything what’s known about her, i miss.
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don’t hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.
One kiss, two souls, cut from the same cloth, with those three words, you made me whole. On the count of four, our paths alined. The world hates, we’re two of a kind.
Like the addict there’s a craving, appetite for the need. Fantasies thriving, irritation for greed. Summon a resistant, so stunning too weak. Redolence, sweet, oh to taste the red apple treat. Call on divinity, interrogate the same faith, inside demand, so unsafe. Whirlwinds, wisp a whisper, of a needing inducing sin, ferocious, the conflict within.
Feels like I’ve been here so long, so I strain to think back to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox, so I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell, and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering ( before lock up )”