THE CLOAK

Your eyes flashed fire, my heart burst into flame.
My cloak I threw down at your muddy feet.
You smiled at me and spoke my secret name.
I made a bow, my thoughts of pleasures sweet.

But moving to step on my muddied cloak,
Your gaze transfixed me, helpless, at the scene
For I was now so cold and wet and choked,
I realised how foolish I had been.

Nobody smiles as they walk by
shoulders hunched beneath their coats
and faces pale as the gray sky
tempers as short as winter oats

In truth I'm part of this drab crowd
on this cold late winter day
eyes turned down and bald head bowed
and feet as cold as damp red clay

It's thirty nine and misting rain
even birds are under cover
gone with their cheerful refrain
a sparrow is all I can discover

An unholy scream punctures the silent landscape
a flash of light, pierces the gun metal grey.
A Gothic castle, stands starkly against the cruel winter’s sky.

An arched silhouette spans a cell wall .
agony abuses the air.
His body taught as a bow,
jerking in spasm.

A pair of sleek Ravens wings , of vast dimension.
wrenched from his muscular frame.
Banished ,
Discarded upon the sodden earth.

I’d give up this sumptuous life
to join an Ashram
sleep on nails or cold as, floors
under darkened skies, with dead-stopped clocks
behind broken locks of discarded rooms
filled with their eternal silence,
deafening out the droning,
dumbing down the knowing,
flagellating this tempestuous longing -
just to be within reach of
You.

On His Blindness
By John Milton (1608-1674)

heartless elastic..

Imagine if you can
an elastic heart, that
I laid it at your feet.
Then go gather about
you the lovers,
with whom I
must compete.

Do you not know
you play on
stretched nerves raw?

Can I rest but an hour,
without my searing pain?
If I stretch a truth,
what justice does
honesty contain?

For if I was last survivor,
tossing tearful
on waves of pure emotion.
Could I expand these
heart walls infinitely,
giving movement
to your sway.

.
earth
still juvenile
with its volcanic complexion
shimmy-shakey dances
huff 'n puffin' ways
thrashing
pounding
explosive
tantrums

Mother earth?

more like
a rude little twirp

In these words I find solace
Passion breathes in every stroke of my pen
My heart bleeds onto this blank page

No more giving in to the suffocating
Tonight my pen intrigues the better me
My anguish grows afraid of my poetic melody

See rage lived in my mind rent free
She brought bags filled with sorrow
And her daughter named misery
Tonight I send them packing

In these words my heart loses that weight
The one that leaves you in a dark place
Blocking out the morning sun

I sit in the sun
The warm loving sun
And yet curse its radiant rays
I hear the quiet chatter of the birds
But cover my ears in dismay
The palm fronds sway in the breeze
Brushing the painted sky
Yet i would quickly trade it all
To sate a longing sigh

I miss the green, the gray the blue
The mist that covered the ground
The rain, the blessed pouring rain
That made such a calming sound
The mountains that climbed into the sky
On your every side surround

CONDEMN

The apperception
Of existence
Is washed by the world
Purifying
All that lives
Cleansing the soul

Some will be lost
Unable to purified
Misfits , reborn
A solider , existing
Condemn
Opposites
Against , the right

This is a chess board
Enlisting , souls
Washed for balance
Dividing , the preordained
To black or white
Good and bad , fighting for control