Slow Drip

Dripping through the cavities
We see each other; hidden, obscured,
Yet very well aware of the decay.

The picture frame is hanging
Obviously at a slight edge, angled;
Unnerving all observers.

We are literally who people see us;
There are no cracks to cover at all.
The surface is bad enough to explore.

Everyday is a sweat-soaked trauma
Of keeping ourselves together;
We are all in this spiral mess.

The pains are imagined; universal.
Experience is the key to survival;
Understanding what pain actually is.

The Storm that Guides

Every-time it storms I feel refreshed
As though the world is somehow connected
To my Understanding of the body
That holds me back so often.

Just thinking makes things happen;
I laugh and the neighbourhood is bright;
Go out for a meal and the pavements
Appreciate the attention – with a snigger.
If I cry, the Earth inhales and spits;
Holding me in a whirlpool, centrally –
Until I am able to leave the room
And start all over again.

Yes, I certainly am connected,
Like a vein of pollution shuddering;
Aiming to contaminate to the heart
Until Arrest; And the pain that follows.
All I receive is the waste product;
The filth of memories past – They weep
When they are presented; emotionless.

Every-time the clouds part; severed –
I am not involved at all in the process.
I crawl under the recess and explain
To myself that I have no control this time.
Sometimes I have to face the weather;
Clearly happy with events – Masking.
Brave face and shaking hands; Firm.

Deep within the void I am already dead.
I died when I couldn’t control the clouds
And hid this from myself with a passion;
As though everything was because of me.

I am a self-centered, crazy bastard.

Bipolar stuggle with Others

If there was someway to have another chance
I would explain the pain that affects my mind
Causing you to see me badly at first glance
Yet without your understanding I am blind.

I am a product of my experience
Of acting a certain way towards people –
At times I may seem like I’m delirious
Though when I’m in my state I really can’t tell.

Is there really anyway to show you this?
To fight through my struggles and glimpse through the sheet?
Bipolar is difficult; you don’t process
With regularity; Midtones with concrete.

You know this, I know this; but it’s not easy
To accept a life knowing my moods don’t stay –
They whisk around and follow me completely;
I wake and see you, so face another day.

 

 

Confusing Day In The Life Of A Nobody

Hello? Can you see me? Thought not.
Of course, this is the way it should be,
As it always will. I transform and shed –
My skin – A part of what hides me.
As much as I can tell, this invisible
Sideways motion impacts little. Stand –
In the corner – amused by the rush,
The panic of generations; wow!
Hiya. Greetings from nowhere; Look –
Towards the end of the road; eternity
That spills over to the other side,
Twisting and crunching into place.
I can see this clearly; marble eyes –
Unfazed by the bloom of noise.

For one day only I see everything.

Nobody is better than somebody
Who grows old, takes pain and yearns.
Somebody is better than everybody –
In unison with the mechanical life;
Glaring over the land with suspicion.

For today I am a Nobody; Tomorrow –
I settle down and probably chat.
I join the community and become…
Whatever they tell me.

Two way

Keeping tabs on laughter
Holding on to purse strings
Limiting desire –
You know it’s all I want to do now,
You know it’s all I want to see –
How, making me feel easy
Blanking out with staring
Watching for the first hand –
We share exactly what we want now,
We share out memories and time –
Show, hiding all our good days
Beating up with talking
Hurting from the inside –
My struggle kills off my true feelings
My struggle ends my hopes and dreams –
Seems, hating all the movement
Shielded from the real life
Laying down and sleeping.

One

One night was all it took
The magic kept us there
All colour in the air
I begged you take a look.

One time to tell the truth
Discover all our wants
Then confess all our Haunts
And reminisce Our Youth.

One chance to feel your form
Will I be ready now
The golden Air somehow
Will calm the mindless storm.

Both minds merged into one
The rush of feeling flow
Her words an afterglow
Of what had just begun.

We call to hearts abound
Why do they grant this touch
Of memories so much
They twist us all around.

One night of calm embrace
To feel you on my skin
The sound of violin
Your blanket windswept face.

Two days of keeping faith
And closing all the doors
I knew that when I swore
I promised all I gave.

One moment’s not enough
The laughter filled the air
To smell and stroke your hair
Discovered I’m in Love.

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.

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.

Mistake

Mother to my son,
That’s when it all began
She become,
What I had yearned for
For so long.

Conscious effort,
I thought that’s all it took
I mistook,
My good intentions
For that look.

Clouded judgement
Hindsight is no such cure
She was sure,
My lack of knowledge
To adore.

Dancing daylight
Shadows between the sheets
Beg to keep,
The crippling moonlight
In so deep.

Death defying
Playing when chance was low
I will go
And tell my parents
It was so.

Line of sadness
Fire will hurt the eyes
We despise
My acting demon
Cut those ties.