1100 o’clock Panic

Sulphurous memories make me reek of you;

dark alleys behind my eyes reverberate to blind beggars’ sighs.

And as I wait in that endless night with all hope fractured… lost from sight

I realise

There are no tears that taste so sweet

as those when forgiven and forgiveness meet.

 

Violent beauty touching the air with a lovers caress

And as you taste that final breath…

As fingers spasm and reach for me…

did you at least… at last feel free

 

To touch the rain that weaves its silken path across that face who fills my past…

With laughter

With joy

With pain and disaster, the memories forever after….

 Melancholy….

 

The thinnest breath…

That magic chord between life and death

A whisper

Reaches through tendrils to stroke your pain

No gentle pretence…

The scent of this day lingers when words have faded to silence.

 

Imperfection, the impulse that points in your direction…

Points the way to your ascension

Points the way to desolation for those you left behind.

 

Shadows flit; they dance with you through time and space

To cloak you in the Godless grace

That seismic shift of dark and light

Is softened as you enter night… and all you know is changed forever

 

Did you know some hesitation…

Before that leap to end it all, before you took that final fall

The hormones that humanize us all,

That fill this empty space with dense vibrations…

Have stalled.

 

The brittle laughter stutters to silence… to softness in the reflection of you

Selfishness becomes selfless with the morning dew

Silence so loud it deafens me as I realise … as at last I see

That all that there is…. that all that remains

Are vibrations, whispers and tear stains.

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Ode to a Mermaid

How could I have failed to see?

I regret…

That was remiss of me.

 

To notice all yet not anything

that showed the shallowness within,

 

Within the smile that is so sweet,

the perky arse so very neat.

 

Oh how did I so old and wise

Not see the trap behind your eyes?

But I….

 

I am not the first,

nor will I be the last

 

Whose understanding came too late

I had climbed that hill, went through your gate ….and found the bones of victims past

Who tried and failed to make you grasp. To have a friendship lasting and strong

 

Sometimes you must acknowledge….my dear

 

When you are wrong

 

If only you would try to see further than ‘bright company’

Friendship true…. is all encompassing, is not always full of joy….

 

Times of sorrow ….times of pain…. times of those…. ‘Depressing words’ again

And it matters still when not owned by you. Remember?

 

Sadness covets others to.

 

But if when you have a broken heart, if your lover dies and your world falls apart.

You’ll want a friend to hold you tight to make you believe….

It’s going to be alright.

 

So understand this ….my dear ……..

…before you go

 

You only can reap that which you sow.

 

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