Roads Unturning

Of street lamps no finite end lay,
I counted each whilst I drove away,
Each flash became a second to rest
Whilst memory becomes my saint to bless.
The hours long done send me to night
From here to new life within the light,
So that the road behind me dims to dark.
‘Cause the sound of wheels mute my mind,
Your voice once I knew I leave behind,
An echo through my spine shakes my hand,
Focusing not, I could never understand
Why you’d bother trying to call me here,
For I’m free to choose without you not near.
And that I am dying to say these final words,
My heart compresses; I can never look backwards,
Every vein of blood shrinks no eyes can tell,
All the past becomes a single marble I fell
For darkness acclaim no hand can never reach.
So when I take the call, I am hence to teach.

My Dear

And all ye who come and stay,
The muse that parts at bay,
This lint of cloth away
Could never pour my heart away,
In an ocean of tears I obey,
This lasting word I come to say: Read More

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Like the shade,
Along the bay,
Too cold to bleed,
Too long to read,
Now he’s gone,
Now she’s done,
Now he’s back,
Now she’s alive.

Beloved Hatred

She slaps to the left, to the right,
My love here is not worth the fight,
Mine hour in public is come for new,
In my glowed eyes her eye follows
Whilst one pitied and one in scorn,
Every day of life was reborn.
Echoes from the club were music,
Mine heart fused to beat off the wick
Ere light aflame my face how spat
Brought her arms on my neck now sat
By stronger force no man to defy that,
She offered tender words my true self, Read More

His Words

But no god adorned,
So few but kindred fair,

Alas my honest word is not,
Then cast me aside, alas;

Who could not for love help,
For prey is near, I am whole,

Lest I may be, yet safe bestowed,
Is for not so safe, for lack is born;

Ere born mine earnest hope begone,
But do no harm as more gone ye seek,

I tremble with every step I walk, Read More

Further yet

Then it was the confusion that made more,
In still talk the verbal scum brought bore,
Little was to be said but profane words,
And soon in the night were broken worlds,
Ere come was she in banshee took to rise,
Whose only heart could not amount in size,
As ice she littered words over warm heart,
So much not even cupid could throw the dart,
With tears mounting away with clogged nose,
Is no sight more poorly her soul but froze?
To cling on hope for words alone to say,
And when her heart is squeezed she’ll pray,
For every blood poured is her terror in wait,
At the touch of fate she is but merely bait, Read More

In the stars, but no love

Though this much I ask but bitter tell:
Is not so fine, is not so,

But I am bitter but utter sweet,
Ere poison is mine the taste so far,

My tongue swims through drink and brew,
But mine eyes regressed too far,

Alas I am but simple yet so quiet,
Hears you the stars so loud and unspoken?

And the galaxy stirs in silence asleep,
Never asleep, as tender hearts grow amidst,

My sleep is deigned for hearts divine,
Alas my love can I not offer so little?

So beautiful, yet I have none to give,
Beauty does not age when eyes meet,

But I am swimming through fate’s despair,
To swim is not to seek the island of virtue,

Touches me through a heart long forgotten,
Though is forgotten but is not unkempt,

The stars are bright this evening,
Sing for my brightening star, my dear,

If you’re there, then sing for mine,
Alas, I am not there how far away,

Then I shall breathe the sun for air,
But my darkness wept is little kept,

Alas, there’s no light in me now,
Alas, I am but not light to be given.