To Know…

18 December 2011

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

Boxes…

3 December 2011

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

Grassy Moon…

16 August 2011

Oh grassy moon,

Why do thou sometimes stay for more than just a night?

To stay, a boon

For haunting shadows valour seeks to put to flight.

Your ill met tune,

Upon a wanting righteous face does only blight.

Causing my hewn

And heavy heart such disaccord I wish to fight.

Cease to balloon,

Your influence, which only down dark paths invite.

Halt to impugn

My fervent wish to stop at only doing right.

To be immune

From your unpleasant curse is my intended height.

Begone ye soon!

Rise up, oh worthy sun, chase this vile moon from sight!

~ Submitted to Open Link Night 5 at dVerse Poets

The Prize…

9 August 2011

I find it hard to take,
Your sexual thirst you slake,
With every guy but me!

Oh Fuck!
Give me “Le Prix”!

You are oblivious.
You’re too lascivious.
Make me an invitee.

Oh Fuck!
I want “Le Priiix”!

I jest! For we are friends.
The joke though, never ends!
It’s fubar foolery

Oh Fuck!
I need “Le Priiiiiix”!

Although it’s such a drag,
I know we’ll never shag.
There will be no whoopee.

Fuck it!

Fuck you!

Le Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix!

Grrrrr…. 😉

Your Place…

8 August 2011

As favours for friends go, there’s reward in it
That while you’re abroad, I come and house sit
Your home is so comely, exactly like you
It’s great to see some things from your place of view
Wanting to be with you, though you’re not home
Lying in your bed, and feeling alone
Except for your cat who’s a love and a bother
Thinking of you in the arms of another
Shaking the feeling for I must know better
Stop wishing we could make a home together

You like him…

7 June 2011

My dearest crazyta, for you I’m so glad.
I wish you the best time that you’ve ever had.
You like him… well fuck him! I’ll hate him anyway.
There’s no better method to the start of your day!

Enjoy!

Are You?

5 June 2011

Standing in my fridge so bright and gleaming
Offering me comfort as I’m screaming
So do I take your invite in the end?
Oh Vodka Bottle are you my only friend?

Where…

3 June 2011

It’s often hard to see the wood for trees
Don’t know if I will ever know with any ease.
Confusion, conflicts, is it pain or not?
Why do I not appreciate the things that I have got?
Why must I think of more?
I’m what I would deplore
 
Externally content and inside numb
Portraying happiness though feeling glum
But is it actually to do with you?
Or is it me, unsatisfied with what I do?
I guess both is true
But what should I do?
 
Impatience though I thought was not in me
Has gripped me tight and points me somewhat desp’rately
I want to be where I think in a year
I’ll be a better man, where happiness adheres
So will I get where
Should you be there?