A circle on the beach

Here hide and seek with you I play

As tranced shanks run afoul never

If sand lit upon morning's first ray

You’d seek to remain hidden forever.

 

Half-hearted Heartstrings

The dying night wills a pledge,

Jinxing me to second-guess,

Eyelids foresee a telling edge,

Where all so reasons undress.

Brought along your blindness,

Sweetened with a choking black,

Sleeps between us our emptiness,

We dream all that we lack.

Stars reflect on a hellenic skin,

And crescent, in your orbs I bury,

Deciphering my diary is the sin

I commit for some bad fairy.

While your dreams melt away,

Dissolving like the last candle,

I shiver and drowse it astray,

The sketchiness I couldn’t handle.

Soon this fabled night dies,

And always plays a stalemate,

You once slept in curious eyes,

Now I but sleep in a portrait.

Travelogue

Pages inked of fables muse your scent,
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,
What mighty heart did you let unbent?
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’

   

A Confessional

 

 

Father, I see why you feel unfamiliar

And don’t remember ever seeing me here.

Because there are no sins I commit,

Would you believe me? Funny, isn’t it?

Ok I copied quiz from the next seat hottie,

That’s because she was being naughty.

Her answer sheet just came in between,

While it was her cleavage that had me keen.

On his wife’s funeral he misunderstood,

Mr A overheard me telling it for his good,

That how’d he now wish to catch Parkinson,

Wobbly touch to self and job well done.

And Mrs Z was just unjust to be furious,

If on my privy tattoos her girl got curious,

Called me libertine, she crossed boundary

And left me to do but piss on her laundry.

I fell in their room like a heavenly light

Entertaining the two lezzies all night,

Jumped on trampoline, hair on forehead,

Saved them from dying virgin instead.

So Father, assure me of my innocence,

Baptize from what stains my brilliance.

Say again that I’m no culprit of apple bite,

All that happened was twist of fate, right?

The Undoing

Spin me some sad story

Sell me some excuse

To help me understand the things you do.

 

Lucy in Wonderland

If where this river dwells
Could afford a potent sea?
Would the acid she smells
Concede me an eternity?

Eyes once open, to the doors let me follow
Your quiet steps and let your candy woe
Be pencilled on my tongue. The undone
Fluids, adorned and bashful of the sun,
Slip underneath to do without the height
And trip us to the soils of Elysian delight.

When white flowers grow
Surreal on a cherry tree,
A flashback laves my row
To stay here, all over me.

As falls a night, garden wears dreamless,
Your tunes of clouded shadow harness
My rambling fancy by smoke downright.
And mix colours of doubts that might
Of distorted reality or impressionism art
A picture your tale airbrushed in my heart?

The last dose, the final kiss
Any split second may flee.
The rabbit-hole I failed to miss
Now misses a storm in me.


(She's better ^_-)