dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.
Showing posts with label blog poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blog poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

White Flag



I walked and walked
I fought and fought
I swam and swam
I sank and sank
I found myself on the riverbank
Cursing my blessings, I counted my luck
And on a nice sunny day I was thunderstruck
Lightening surged through my veins
I beat my chest and shook my mane
A human and animal, together, as one
The light of the sun no longer shone
What had I become?
Oh what had I become?
Depression was my father, despair my mum
I planted my white flag
And prayed no more mercy would ever come
I wanted my life to be done
I so very badly wanted my life to be done
I walked and walked and walked
I fought and fought and fought
I swam and swam and swam
But, like always, I found myself
With a white flag upon the riverbank

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Phantom Touch



I know there is someone out there
But I don’t know who she is
I know there is someone right for me
But I don’t know where she is
I don’t know who or where she is
But I know this:
I love her
Like a brother
Like a mother
And as a calf drinks from the udder
I draw strength from her phantom embrace
We’re having a Desperado’s Wedding
It’s all the craze
She’ll hand me her virginity on satiny bedding
Our Honeymoon’ll be a fortnight of lazy days
Reach out and touch me although you’re not there
Be it Virtual Reality I don’t care
You kiss me I kiss you back then we’ll call it square
If only I could really touch your soft, cottony hair
We could go for a coffee
Or a ride on the bus
Making me happy
Doesn’t take much
We could go to a party
We could get arty-farty
I’d rather be in Venice
Than be the Neighbourhood Menace
I’d rather be a stone, gathering moss
Than to have not loved at all
Rather than loved and lost
You make my pavements sparkle
You make my grass like driftwood
You make my seas churn with a wonder
Unknown to many
You are my one last penny
My jewel in the sand
Please reach out and take
My lonely, phantom hand
I know there is someone out there for me
But I don’t know who she is
©ATD 2017