(2014)
just an acrostic poem about loyalty
You draw the light and dark away Like creation revoked Swirling back spun echoes Sucked down clockwise A visible vortex rotating
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
must we play this game everyday dragged down to the floor with you… your lonely egos frail apparel is that cloak you’ve woven from yo… its like being back at school, I h…
The world is a cruel place I hear… The sheer weight can make you sink As you walk along a sandy beach Going from one end and then back a… Carrying varying shapes along
I seek a demise From this laughable quartet of dow… The jeers and snide remarks And all the scathing looks of dist… I seek a demise
I swallowed your version of lies and held on tight to mine, I didn’t think this was the right… to over guild the lily, I’m not sure why you’re paddling u…
She holds her pain like a proud sc… memories, though frayed, still war… between the wars there was a silen… a reverberation from its walls, fr… A bliss from a young mind and a fa…
I bring to you a crisp white empty… so that you might paint me the wor… give me your word and I’ll spill m… to ease your controlled strokes I… with the tongue of a feline lick t…
you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse
Honourable deeds are a thing of the past remorse just a world dreamt in a flash morphine for tears
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…
a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number