Wednesday Child

Cello

Black hair
Black eyes
Her stare gets you high
Black dress
Black shoes
They dance as she moves
Black look
Black night
Fire will ignite
Black smile
Black heart
She’ll tear you apart
Black song
Black paint
Her cello feints
Black lust
Black desire
a want’n fire
Black beauty
Black Rose
Strikes a pose

(2023) by Ax

Rave’n

Above La Lunas’ Glow

Above La Luna’s Glow


Above la Luna’s glow
Eyes cast beyond stars
Darkness consumes
All, of a lonesome heart
Wingless blackbird
Stranded on earth
Rooted to ground
Misery found

Above la Luna’s glow
A beacon pulls
Connecting soul and mind
Sucking the energy dry
Eyes shaded black like coal
But shines with a glow
Bright as the moon
An onyx one

Above la Luna’s glow
Waits, a far away home
Ferryman journeys
Collecting passengers
Scarred with the mark
A ticket to ride
Galaxy’s past
Light years away

Above la Luna’s glow
Fades in, new dawn
Witness, the rising sun
Still, planet earth
Counting the minutes
Ticking and tocks
Passing of time
Lost, lost, still lost

Above la Luna’s glow
Returns the yearning pull
Glides the razors edge
A mark left by a previous scar
The ferryman nods
Opens the door
Taking a soul
To a world unknown

Above la Luna’s glow
One will never know
What lies beyond the known
In death, dreams may come true
To close the eyes
For the very last time
A silence grows
As the final breath blows


Ax

That Damn Kiss

damn kiss, that damned kiss
flutters off the lips
sending shivers, numbing finger tips

murmurs through time in a stealth
sucks the breath
reaching out, touch a myth
the thought of never having this

drifting off in a glare
roaming the skies, sit and stare
wanting it so, so not fair

its up, its down, it dances with the breeze
it comes, it goes, it toys with ease
damn kiss, that damned kiss leaves
such a wonderful tease

placed on lips it tingles it sparks
a bluesy rhythm with a soulful start
moans when lips slowly, coyly, parts

skipping stones, leap and sweep
across waves, rolling in the deep
water ripples fade away to sleep
strumming strings, the heart beats

honey-sweet lips, feed a crave in need
vibrating limbs, to your lips, mine plead
damn kiss, that damned kiss cuts to bleed


Ax

If I Could Fly

If I Could Fly


If I could fly, not across the sky, that would be ridiculous

But if I could,
it would be with my heart
Every beat would soar, blocking out the sun
Wings flapping, hear it flutter
Screeching, squawking, weaving
Rise and fall along tops of trees
The wind,
through my hair blowing with attitude
Scrape the earth, getting air, letting go
Too many times, fallen on my ass
But I can fly, feeling high
Kamakazi spitfire
Ride the line that divides
Down highway number 9

If I could fly, not across the sky, that would be ridiculous

But if I could,
it would be with my soul
Every feeling would burn with emotion
For love and compassion
Long, drifting out to sea
Where swales turn to waves
The sky, crystal blue or tempest black
When the perfect one comes in
It compels to stand and attack
Ride the swirl, the ocean screams
Kowabunga, speeding fins
Creeping up the spine
Against the coming curl

If I could fly, not across the sky, that would be ridiculous

But if I could,
it would be with my spirit
Every smile would be returned
Many given with the purest of intentions
Stride in the step, merrily-go-lucky
Parks and city streets, a walk in the dark
Taking in the beauty that surrounds with sounds
Voices talking, children playing
Cats chasing birds, flying
Staring at a couple, staring at each other
Blocking out the world, falling in love
Drawing in the moment, lips meet as one
Wings open to try and fly


Ax

an ode to thee…Eeyore

“It’s not much of a tail, but I’m sort of attached to it” …eeyore

an ode to thee…

Gloom, in search of love
So simple, yet hard to think of
Alone and wandering free
Sees only what he wants to see
Clumsy but not a dummy
Accepting truth with humility

When I see grey I think of eeyore
Grey is my favourite colour

100 Aker Wood, home sweet home
Grazing along, a sad heart roams
Oh how sweet a temperament
Dreary but benevolent
It could be worse, you never know
It could be better, like Poo has shown

Christopher Robins, where have you been
Forgot about them all, fell in love with his queen
Boy becomes a man, obsessed by a career
Reflection pulls near what was once so dear
Return to a place, for a moment, is all
To let go, grow young, not afraid to fall

Ax