Cracked window on the eastern wall,
Stones that never fell from sky,
Rain that hardly poured to ground,
Wind that whispered my name to you,
The ink that spilt through the wall,
The name that grafted into your phone,
Messages left are but memories bereft,
The fingers that tapped away to no call,
The days that became the months to come,
The months that became hours of mourning,
The hours of tears with days of sleep,
Our hearts to break, but in shame silent; Read More
I admit I was not as perfect as you,
I admit the God who moulded me man
Who could not for life to spare
In a single touch my flesh to give,
Could never my fragile mind to give;
In deepest hour, in sounding sleep,
I had to die twice to live with you,
Must I grab hold of the noose to hold;
For these ropes are not mine own;
Here, the strings that pass me by,
The spider that webs its life unto me,
Can never poison my poisoned life, Read More
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.
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.
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
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
