The Silver Lining

I am the beginning, the middle, I am the end
Fear me if you dare
For I am the core of destruction

I am sorrow, I am angst, I am the underworld
I hold the power to save or scotch
For existence is at my disposal

I am lost love, I am hate, I am passing
Creation lies at my feet
For if I wish I may reverse it

I am speed, I am strength, I am invincible
I have no life or end
For I am eternal

I am everywhere, tangled up in truths, in lies, in secrets
I compel to obey
For I am impossible to defy

I can take the sun that cowers in my shadow
I can take the moon that hides behind me
I can take the galaxy whose vastness is nothing compared to me

I am the seconds. I am the years. I am the final exit.
Image me as god
For I can take life faster than it is given.

Hide & Seek

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet,
Sinking…feeling
Spin me around again and rub my eyes;
this can't be happening.
When busy streets, a mess with people, would stop to hold their heads
Heavy

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines
all those years;
they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
where pleasurable moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines
You won't catch me around here
Blood and tears
They were here first.

What you say
Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did
What you say
That it's all for the best, of course it is
What you say
That it’s just what we need, you decided this
What you say
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Bittersweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
You don't care a bit.

Dice

Bittersweet tears
Midsummer night dreams
Close the door
I want to capture this voice

Sexual tension
Nervous anticipation
The gardens have no walls
Breathe the air, and don’t say farewell

Roll the dice
Swear your love is for me
Toss the dice
Tell me you are mine

Beating hearts
Embittered lies
Pulsing in a moon blanched impasse
A gridlock of words unspoken

Unopen your clothes
I’ll follow you go
I’m tangled up in you
All over and under this

3 words. 8 letters. 3 syllables.
The utterance of the truth from our lips
Will start nothing
But end everything

Roll the dice
Swear your heart belongs to me
Toss the dice
Promise me you are mine.

I own you.
You belong to me.
Mine.

Clocks

Lights go out and I can’t be saved
Drowned in lies, can’t swim again
I beg
I beg and plead

A trouble that can’t be changed,
A tiger waiting to be tamed
I cry
I cry and scream

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
I know
I know and sink

Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease
Dying time, the day I’ll seize
I jump
I jump and fall.

Life, purgatory, all the same
You don’t even know my name
I wait
I wait and feel

Nothing else would compare
Nothing else compares
If you would spare me.

Home. Home.
Where I wanted to go.
Home. Home
Where I want you to go
Home. Home
Where I want us to go.

Under The Sea

Amongst the rotting wood and disintegrating masts
Of a ship that once conquered the world
Wary sunlight flits through the cracks in the thick lumber
Illuminating the vivid fish that swim through what has become their home

Multi-coloured marine life blends into the azure blue of the ocean
Creating a dappled melange of cobalt and hues of the rainbow
Converting a forgotten wreck to an exquisite habitat
A home to treasures of mankind centuries ago, now a home to treasures of the sea

Vibrant parrotfish, shimmering clownfish, and motionless stonefish
Decorate the various sections of decaying timber
Emerald, jade and lime seaweed sway in the gentle cadence of the deep
A lost vessel proving a haven for marine mammals

Lustrous coral adorn the seabed, ascending gracefully
Greasy octopus slide around the ocean floor, as dazzling starfish pulse patiently
Lobsters crawl along the sun-blanched sand, feeding on other crustaceans and fish
As sea urchins throb threateningly in the corner of the hull

Through the crowded sanctuary
Barracudas dart across the starboard
And eels slink across the tired rudder
Soft rays of light revealing their smooth skin

Barnacles hug the rusting anchor tightly
And jellyfish skulk through the rigging and crumbling mast head
Sharks tearing past the keel and through the bowsprit
Desperate to satisfy their rumbling stomachs

The gargantuan boat lies in quiet solitude
An isolated seclusion for all seeking refuge
The weary bow sighs in contentment
Although abandoned by human masters, happy to find new creatures have found their home.

Eclipse

Too long was I craving light, craving oxygen, craving an antidote to this pain
Craving clarity to my thoughts, honest answers to my questions
I was stuck in an eclipse, an epoch where I couldn't move, couldn't think,
Until you came to me, showed me the light in my shadows,
The colours in my darkness,
And now, time stands still.

Crayons Of Hope

I want to fill her soul with colour
Duck yellow, sky blue, blood red
I want to paint her eyes with laughter and happiness
Hand her joy on a golden plate

I want to gift her smiles that are not forged
Mother of pearls, summer tulips, hard diamond
I want her to dream of flowers and chocolates
Not stabbed by pangs of guilt

I want to shade her cheekbones with rosy red
Not this cold hood of bone she wears
I want to sprinkle her heart with sunshine
Dust of topaz, dazzle of citrine, tiger's eye

I want to bare her a soul that is not black
One of unicorns, rainbows and soft teardrops
I want to drizzle it with honey
Smooth, golden, an antidote to pain

I want to infuse her mind with perfumes of Eden
Delicate lily, green grass, gusts of virginal air
I want to season her tongue with flavours of Paradise
Rain drops, snow drops, the taste of freedom

I want to disperse seeds of rapture amongst the reeds of her mind
Allow them to take root and flourish
I want to tinge it with pale pink
Draw clouds with silver linings

Yet I am locked in a fortress of darkness
An army of shadows coming for me
You deserve better, not this
Wringing of hands, not this
Hollow shell of a girl, not this
Dark ceiling without a star.