The Rosewood Tree
Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding
the last urban tree
Tag: poetry story
My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
Fandango Childhood
Lollipops and sunshine
spinning fairy floss at the show
Barbie and Ken feels
A fandango childhood
everything unnaturally coloured
Nothing of cold reality
You begin to crumble
faced with brown, grey, & black
Sheltered for too long
The dark colours are too much
Rufous Sky
You convinced them that the sky is Rufous
Worshipping you from the chairs
the messiah has come to save our souls
A rapture turns the crowd wild
the holy spirit dances through the believers
violent fictions turn into reality
Blood on the dance floor under a Rufous sky
Satie Afternoon
marinating in the afternoon sunshine
wine stained kisses
laughter and French words to impress
running your tongue along your teeth
another kiss from the one you love
an afternoon where eternal love blooms
initials etched into the tree of love,
a coin in the lucky fountain,
a lock on the famous bridge
you needed none of those gestures
now that he tied a piece of string around
the finger connected to your heart
Our Love
to wrap me up in your barbed wire arms
blood runs down
my body from the places you pierced
letting go of all
that we shared and loved
I can no longer
hear what it is you once had to say
feelings and the love we once had is
in the dried blood on my skin and my clothes
Parure
Only whispers from the corner
walking towards the parure
of rubies and diamonds
the whispers become louder
Images of violence and blood
bullet holes and white lace
within an unknown forest
the images become clearer
Someone mentioned royalty
what Russia once was
until the Bolshevik uprising
someone stares at me oddly
Kitten
A kitten with a paw
dancing down the old hall
running into a door
A kitten with those eyes
naughty beast in disguise
a claw for my goodbyes
My kitten has so much fun
chasing what I never spun
a shadow in the soft sun
My kitten must go explore
moving red dot near the door
always wanting me some more
Metaphysical Thoughts
Do I belong here?
Tugging at the society I live in,
the construct I built for myself
What will I become?
A box of dust to be slowly
forgotten
as the world keeps turning
Why would I?
Day to day, we see it
all so clearly, yet
humans find a way
to hurt each other
Yes, there is light in the
dark places, yet the
darkness creeps closer
Why go on?
The sound of music tells
me to keep listening,
The desire to treat life
as a gift pushes me forward,
and your love for me
Your love is sunflowers
and
fresh Turkish Delight
Bruised Jazz
A cage of your own making jumbled maddening sounds dancing up a storm of anger Inaccessible to the ones you love banging and blaming yourself against every single wall Tear-stained mascara tracks dripping on your cheeks, neck, breasts Tearing at the wallpaper no hidden text of hope nor any buried treasure A victim's marks blotch your arms, back, and face You know it was not your fault, yet you blame and blame and blame yourself. A mess of limbs, hair and wild eyes you look to the ceiling, the record stops and the rain begins to fall You let all the shit go.
C & K 