Slow

So I found the brake pedal, no I wasn’t gunning for a medal. I didn’t mean to be that one special, it was ‘they’ who made it official.

The sparks failed to ignite the source, separation not engaging the force, I needed to shred some papers, welcome to the lay to rest some favours.

So set ahead at slow, none on board knows where we go. Into the distance we paddle, and the sun and moon chase each other with or without me.

I can only do what I’ve always done, and be.

D January 2019

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Reeds in the sand

Wind blows the tough grasses that hold onto their sand dunes, waving gently to the vast ocean behind which could swallow them soon.

But still they cling, binding sand and forming land.

For me to stand on top and wonder if it was a temporary error of memory or a black op.

D January 2019

Rules of Engagement

There, in ink and sweat we set our rules of engagement. Honour bound and sacrament.

Then in the raging fire your bore a break, to every line, to prove your feigned stake.

You rattled my armour, melted my plastic soldiers, but if this thing we have dies, it’s on your shoulders.

Maybe it’s just been so long that you thought the rules of engagement had changed, time may pass but my vowels cannot be rearranged, for a convenient future … where you upstand in the platinum reign.

D December 2018

Minnow

“I read your poetry so I don’t need to know you.” So a few lines of text have defined my hue, my colour, my essence, wrapped up to be neatly disposed.

Did I toil night after night on those words no, but your lack of interest shows, the world has a shallow end with minnows like you, who would never be impressed by anything I said or do.

It’s a shame but that’s how the world spins, and when I stare at the moon it will be quite easy to forget that you, maybe, are staring at it to.

D December 2018

The moderate

I’m the extremist when I want to be the moderate, before I fall for the benign.

I’m the speed of a jet fighter before the sports car, slowed down till I’m cycling on the line.

I am the dead shot in the heart, before the miss of the shoulder, till I fail to load my quiver.

I’m the raging alcoholic where 100 is never enough, 1s to many and none donates a healthy liver.

I’m the trip head lost in a psychedelic dream, the one who will never try that again, before I fall for reality.

I’m the hesitation marks on my arm, before the thought that pain would numb it all, till I fall to the crying in the corner with dark voices in my head who threatened such fatality.

I ride up, I ride down, I’m the moderate that rides around.

D December 2018

Swimming Back To You

I woke from a dream last night where your heart was pulling, me back to slumber for one more embrace, fulfilling.

Now I’m stuck in this dark reality where demons hide in corners, I will swim through the days forays. No play…

… They have gold and guns. I have you, in sleep, now and forever, steal my breath until the very end.

D November 2018

Yearning

The amount I want to leave you is only balanced by the amount of love we have left burning, is there enough firewood left to deny this yearning. Through all these years it’s been a process of learning, that just maybe it’s all been a charade with me fawning.

I look at what we have brought into this world, I know I should stay just for that, but what happens to a heart in a devils pit. So I stand tall as I can, would you forgive it, if I choose a different path, apart but together.

D November 2018

Wisdom in the Rain

Trails of water slide down the cold window pane, droplets form and split for a lost lovers pain.

My reflection distorted against the black night behind, and on goes the soft clack of wheels on tracks, the train it’s way, it finds.

The neon lighting flickers and droplets for a moment disappear, then the droplets come back, shifted, like the reality you left me in when you never came back.

A blast of wind lashes the formations away, we start again, with a new toy to play.

D November 2018

Pass

Time came to pass and overtook me on the outside lane, I tried to race against it, took it as my refrain.

But these petals falling from the trees cause spots of pain, and I see you, reference, preference, sequenced in the rain.

Time is ahead of me now and I know it will hurt when I get there, but your be able to tend my wounds and care…

…for those last few moments as I take my leave and slowly forget all that I believe.

D November 2018