We don’t work (with a feeling)

There I am, standing against the wall
Holding up the foundations; stand tall
is the cry – Hold on if you can.
I look through the window; duplicate –
Struggling with an impossible weight
That will surely take the house down.
What’s this I hear? I can talk clearly
Listen to myself most sincerely
Socialising was no great chore.
When all else failed, my double would start
No obstacle would pull us apart –
Yet society came second.
Here I am, banging my fists with force,
It’s a shame I can’t seek a divorce
From my inner nature, who laughs.
A snigger and a cry; dual meaning
Then change; blank stare and so unfeeling –
Sometimes I hate being myself.
We are all made in a polar light
That feels its way to the surface; fight
With a passion; yet I am us.

Between the veil

Dandilion and burdock sunset
Along a thousand memory alleyway,
So tranquil and without bedlam
Within the soft lucence of the twilight.

Still I tour, treading with appetite
At the reflection within the fracture
That heals with each passing day –
I beam at the abundance of retention.

Mindful – And eager to evidence more,
The stroll widened into an eclipse
That took me beyond my comfort zone.
No longer did I remain stable; Midnight.

Faster in stride, more complex in movement
Skipping past stones and pavement splinters
Without grace; yesterdays downpour
Harvesting the growth of inertia.

Still, relentless obscurity of night
Covering the land with a hazy mist
That shrouds the layers of brighter steps
To replace, quite indiscriminately.

Glance up, a lighthouse, a guided path
To show the way, like it always has –
Turning, obscuring and disappearing
But always returning; My guardian angel.

Why do you have to leave me in shadow?
Indeed, your return is slow and afflicting –
A beam of sentiment that you share
By encompassing and reflecting my glow.

By tomorrow you will be but a circle –
Forgotten, bystander in nature’s whim.
But I dwell upon your affecting radiance
And I hunt for you between the veil.

I love you

Don’t you think that people can overcomplicate?

Misjudge a simple situation while on a date?

Perhaps all that is needed is a petty expression,

One that certainly allows no possible concession

Other than the natural tone of the whispered word –

Sadly for me this often goes unheard.

I speak without conviction, nor genuine meaning

At least, not without sounding somewhat demeaning

And contrasting future, present and past

With what is in flesh – The memories are vast,

But not important with us, I see that now

It’s just that you pierced through it all, somehow

And made me contradict my pure, naked design –

The very substance that made the feeling mine.

I am ready now, as I knew you were too,

To simply gulp and say – I love you.

Hands

Brushing my brow

To understand stress

And keep the line balanced.

Yet when the moment is here

We find new ways to take up time –

Still, nothing really works anymore.

Hand on the clock

One moment and tick –

We study together.

Although in hindsight I knew

That we would run out and break down

With a collapse that would hit me hard.

Little Green Men

One little flash of light and then they were there.
A description; only if you can stomach –
A mismatch, nothing where it should be,
Scaly, slimy with protruding fingers. Catch
Sight of their hands! It was a nightmare
of proportion – Too much for my child; run!

Craft? Uneasy description to say the least.
There it was, pointing down like an invading
Iron fist; windowless beacon of Jellied
Madness, staring with intent to devour. Back
To the house slowly; there is no need to
Panic. But I am human, we feel and hurt
With a passion that shrieks a thousand
Doomed craft! I knew what they were here for!

I saw him stagger; noticed he was gone –
Then I could concentrate at the point at hand.
I had no choice – this was a first meeting but
They were not…..human and they twitched
As they talked; all secretions of another world
Contained in an orifice of hate. I heard
A voice, or something similar to the belch
Of a wild animal finding it’s range for the
Kill. This had to end.

I took my gun from its antique case; such
Splendor of hand-crafted wonder it is
Almost a crime to lift the latch. As it creaked
Open and the shine was evident I almost cried.
All such an ideal setting too, handily perched
Next to the armies of peace. All sitting there
To attention. I live for my country and for
A peaceful resolution. It is almost insulting
To have to tamper with the lid.

I can only imagine the headlines.

The walls have spoken

Go ahead and paint, splash and recreate
I will always be here.
I was formed with a desire, a conviction
A need to be different and expand.
Yes, go ahead and brighten the landscape
Wash the land and end the mood,
Pretend I was never even in existence.
But I will always be here.
Under the surface I breed and deliver
My owners are people of conviction
who stand by their methods
And colour the youth of today.
Indeed go ahead and scrape the walls
And nice shade of brown methinks?
Or some kind of futuristic silver
to show progress, ideal – change.
Unfortunately I am always here.
The layers will crack and buckle,
Bulge and condense with a concentration,
A fury of a thousand souls who dared difference
And acted when it was best to do so
within themselves.
But please, cover the land, I urge you,
Show us just how much you care
For it doesn’t matter anyway
As the thousands have spoken
And the walls have cried aloud
They will continue to do so for years
After you have left the Earth.

To be me (Society part 1)

To be me
And act like myself
Whenever I please
Whatever the time
And within my means
Is pure free.

To be you
As leaves fall insane
And keep to your way
Moving those eyes
Away, day after day
It crumbles in weight
Harmony.

To keep face
And swallow your pride
When friends question space
And talking in stares
Then notice the trace
Divided.

To laugh true
And lie to have fun
In social demise
When thinking in dreams
And sever all ties
Can only Forgive
False promise.

Mammalian

Flicking through the covers
Piece by piece
Unfolds the Sour nature
Of Disease.
External reveals all
Or nothing
Simple Cover story
Disgusting.
To keep it under wraps
Shows it all
Invisible it seems
A dry wall.
The millions suffer
In silence
As the nation marvels
At more cuts.
No physical features
To dissect
So everything is fine
Or regret.
Show what I feel inside
Pure emotion
In a distrusting world
Slow reaction.
Everyday to blend in
Normality
Comes at such great expense
Totality.
Yet society tries
To keep us in
Watering down our pain
For next of kin.
Auditory culture
Listen for me
Keeps the struggles in sight
I want to be.
Dashing through the turnstiles
To get away
Nothing really changes
Another day.
Next time to seek advice
An alien
Will tell me my blood type;
Mammalian

She and I and Them

And she’s still mincing her mind like a circling joke,
Keeping the Hope
Trying my best to contain the globe in a compact shell.
But this old day just spins around inside my head,
Hard to Forget
Seeing her standing ready to strike and ring that bell.

And she keeps dancing around swirling atmosphere,
Shedding a tear
Begging to catch the waves but feeling that there’s no Joy.
Momentum in the rush to balance and keep the grace,
Watching that face
Crushing balloons in the grass and acting like a little boy.

And she looks down to her hands with a fleeting glance,
Holding that stance
Betting her rocking soul that we’ll be holding on.
They move to the rhythm of life in a seashell box
So Orthodox
They study her eyes and comprehend that we’re all gone.

‘Forget me not’ was the ballad that played but no regret
Willing to Bet
The masses hummed and understood simplicity.
But I’ll be turning my head to comprehend the norm
Quick to transform
Edging closer to the wonderful life of multiplicity.

Towards Examination

There is my heartfelt collection
Looking like stone. On a dry wall
Is experience that teaches differently, see
What trials became of me; what
Parodies always bring themselves back.
Sitting on a dry slab, soaking with
Concern; the drum of the clock making
It’s presence known – even if time
Was not ready, still – not ready.
I studied the shade, memorised the
Symbols; all was as it should be.
Do you not see who I am?
Can you not imagine a world in which
I progressed – Understood?
Fate was judging me by my instinct.
I thanked my college for its work. I see
Now is the moment for action; To worry about
Worry seems Idyllic but hardly changes,
Deepens the memory – Begin.