Lost Value…

You will never see
A side of me with value
Because of you
In writing so many lines
I am lost

Steady Boys. Steady…

The chamber was full and ready to fire
Out like cannon shot burst after burst
Into the warm and hostile depths
Each a spark shooting into the dark
We could not miss
Though some of us did
For those poor bastards
Such a sticky end
Rubbed out in the light of day
But most of us made it
Into the murky lair
Where we were bred to be

Our legions died inside
The innocuous cavern
Of debilitating malice
Stuck in the quagmire
Trapped in the folding maze
Half by not choosing right
Most too weak to go on

And those who made it to the end alive
Still died anyway
There we were
The few who crossed the oceans
With death floating all around
Knock knock knocking
Push push pushing
For life
Yet we all still died
One by one
Except that one
Lucky bastard!

To Know…

I do not know what I was thinking
what better it would bring
to see you want somebody
to see you all over him

In a room with little light
shadows break your forms
and gently try to proof my eyes
from rounds of earthly visions
that would go through and through

But my body feels the entries
and my body feels the exits
and though I cannot see
and though you cannot look
a gape is there
and here
and there
and here and there
and where I cannot show

I do not know when I will wake
the feeling dull and fade
the music play
and I will hear
the last echo
the last beat

I do not know why
I should feel this way
But I know all this will end
One day

It Doesn’t Really Matter…

I don’t care what you say
It doesn’t really matter anymore
Your arms are not there to comfort me
I only deceive myself

How do you give it?
Though I feel it keenly in my chest
I’ve never really seen it
I’ve heard it a bit better
But you’ve hardly touched me
You cannot show me

What makes me so special
That your acts become nothing with me
To be for you in thought
To warm you with words
On those cold lonely nights

For me anyway

For you don’t feel the cold
You thank me as I stand in the doorway
Excluding

And what about me
I don’t want to feel the cold

But it doesn’t really matter what you say anymore

Boxes…

I should have slept four hours ago
after you told me you were staying out

If I had gone to sleep I still would have a packet
but now there is nothing but an empty box

Twenty little plasters turned to smoke and ash
but they did their job until there was an empty box

I felt the nicotine racing through my veins
but it didn’t comfort an addled empty box

A shroud of twenty clouds taunt in wispy dance
obscuring and choking in a walled empty box

In an instant there was red but then it drained away
and there was nothing left flowing in a naked empty box

4am and you’re home now with ‘company for a little…‘
The staking of the final nail for a six foot empty box

Black Velvet Sonnet…

The velvet is as bleak as it is black
Depressions on your bed side mark my mind
To Hades I would go to bring you back
To see you here I’d willingly go blind
But you are gone and I am all alone
Alone to face the churlish taunts of night
To suffer screeching silence on my own
And turn my tears into these words I write
I cannot close my eyes for I would see
The happiness I’ve lost for evermore
In our room now a gaol of misery
I pray that death soon knocks upon the door
Till then in emptiness I lie awake
Enthralled to cold black velvet and heartache

Tall Tales…

Last summer I did make a trip
aboard my stellar sailing ship
and took a journey to a world from where our tall tales come
I visited a place so strange
a high greenhouse for those deranged
where people came most every day to sit in boxes glum

And in their box they’d talk alone
and to themselves they’d moan and groan
and rant and rave and pause and shout
although there was no one else about

Then after a full third of day
they’d somewhat sadly make their way
on to a sacrificial altar of a steel gigantic worm
And in the belly of this beast
that gorged more people in a feast
It crammed them tighter inside still until they all would squirm

It searched for prey with awful roar
and frequently it ate some more
though when it did some people could
escape its clutches feeling good

Then walking to another box
a smaller one of square red rocks
these crazy worm escapees went inside and looked relieved
After a while they shed their skin
like when somebody else came in
and caused each other’s suffering as you would not believe

He’d stab her with a pink flesh rod
in pain she’d curse his name “Oweghod!”
(I think that’s such a common name
as many females scream the same!)

Then when the sky turns dark and black
these people twinned lie on their backs
but thankfully there is no more of causing pain unkind
The male then sings a droning song
that lasts the bloody whole night long
It’s awful but the females mostly never seem to mind

And then the sun begins to shine
and everything again seems fine
They talk eating a thing called ‘slice’
about today’s worm sacrifice

They put on skin and out they go
back to the greenhouse that they know
Again inside the big steel worm they grimace in much pain
Another baffling day does start
These clueless people know no art
And so I journeyed home and left behind this world insane

White Satin Sonnet…

And living in a dream with her I lie
In thought and deed bereft of all control
No toil or tiring reason could defy
A dream that steals sweet sleep but feeds the soul
White satin sheets that ripple in moonlight
Have staved a loneliness that we might know
And through our gentle ravages this night
The dam explodes and warm white rivers flow
As surging pulse and pitch softly subside
She clothes my body with her tenderness
And whispers sweetly as her fingers slide
Compelled to rise once more I acquiesce
And so again we lie as day draws near
For when sun dawns this dream will disappear

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 18

Red Silk Sonnet…

Afloat upon a sea of silken red
She lies becalmed after the opening storm
Her skin unsheathed too soft for hands to tread
My trembling touch would rend her radiant form
A cool air that conceals her rampant heat
Falls on her body like the morning haze
And innocence that knows of no conceit
Does shame all self and almost mends my ways
My love and lover’s beauty sings to me
In melodies to match the Sirens’ choir
No finer temptress could there ever be
I cannot stay away nor stay desire
So all control falls crumbling into dust
I spoil her in so sating wanton lust

Submitted to dVerse Open Link Night 16

I the Stalker…

I the stalker followed by the darkest blackest light
Together rearing forward in the shining starless night
Surface shadows deeply set in blackgrounds call to me
Your ever present presence stops the stalker stalking free