A Loves Never Ending Oath

Page after page, drawn image
shadows cast a lowly visage
Never the two shall meet,
though desire craves to greet

Sharing tids, of bits, of pieces,
a puzzle begins to reason
The constant pounding as a boy,
beating drum, at deaths door

A shell covers his true form,
hiding from a raging storm
Clouds cower down darken,
blackbird sings to harken

His journal bled in a black red,
thoughts exploding in his head
Page after page the final image,
a moment frozen, captured in a message

These are the words that end a picture story. Created in the darkest colours, a black red only. Greys lightly caress, day’s that are blessed. Etched across a face, forever depressed. Lines that break tips, furiously scratching. Tearing the pages, fibres screaming. A secret held from roving eyes. Reveals a truth from constant lies. The joy of being lonely is a disease. It pains, it buckles the strongest knees. Repeats, reciting a prayer. The courage to stand square. Eye to eye in fear, bound us both. Pledged a loves never ending oath. Once felt, deep from the heart. Until death do us part. Dust to dust, time, ends, just.


Ax

fine
2022

All Night Long

Surrounded by people no more

Scent of perfume forlorn

Spirits disinfecting

Souls disappearing

Oh how far man has come

Over time counting to a sum

Oblivious, as the end of life looms

Overwhelmed by deaths toxic fumes

Struggling to find the words

Sadness crying and it hurts

Strikes a moment the world is hushed

Starts the first line of a poetic thrush

▶️

Yes, Yes, Yes

Whispered gently, ever so gently

With every touch felt from the vibe of these words. Echoes in time every syllable and rhyme. Trying to keep, rhythm flowing, tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding.

⏸

⏮

⏸

▶️

…tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding. Lips to lips, hands clutching hands, legs that entwine like the vines that sprout fruit to make wine. Drunk on the very thought, grooving on a buzz, lit afire by the desire to make love all night long

⏮

▶️

…make love all night long

Ax

⏹

Forever Yours, My Love

Forever Yours, My Love


I find myself in the dark
Think of a time
love struck my heart

Floated in slow,
like a butterfly dancing in the meadow

I swear,
when she said hello my knees buckled,
my smile sparkled

Straining to see her eyes
I flipped through the pages of her time
Its this kind of love that has me stuck in a world surrounded by wifi

Poetry collided, it melded into a duet like it was making love under a sunset

Words fused as one, flowing lines, creating verses, spinning the world on its axis

She wanted a kiss, I craved that bliss

If only the matrix were real, transporting me from the surreal, so I can feel

To know the touch I speak-of and whisper, forever yours, my-love


Ax

High As A Kite, Unconditionally

High As A Kite, Unconditionally


I once flew a kite
that was gifted to me
The first of nothing else
ever did I see
I know not how it came to be
but he gave that kite to me
A fathers gift or a barters deal
I do not see
Not for any other reason that it could be
That means nothing to me

I set that kite myself alone
Step by step I tried to see
The image
That my gift would fly
High as a kite
In me
I watched that kite dip and dive
I yelled, dad look and see
As if wings sprouted from my back
It carried me
I floated high to the sky
Surely he must see
A child wanting for nothing but love
High as a kite, Unconditionally


Ax

Dreams

Dreams


All the wants and desires never had
Written and played in songs to have
To hold those dreams that sting so bad

Travel beyond the mind to inspire
Release the past then let unwind
Dreams like stars streak by on fire
Names and legacy’s etched in stone
Monuments put to honour the bold
Died for freedom, our dreams atone
Feeling, just the feeling of wanting in lust
To fuck without limits but shed no blood
In dreams that end, with a nut to bust
Falling in love with the one, the one
Made up in dreams as a hit and run
Stunned with an ending left undone
Sunshine smiles on a cloudless day
Every day of the week, including Monday
It never rains when happy dreams play

Crying inside from a world filled violence
Trapped in dreams of a insane asylum
Left with scars, a melancholy silence


Ax