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

Living

Living


On the edge, with a different point of view
The getting, by another, the same as you
What’s up is up, what’s down is down
How a smile is to a frown
It’s black and white
It’s day and night
When two connect
Each other must protect
High 5’s, the virtual kind
Sharing of similar mind
Jabs, coyly given in jest
Air hugs, when hearts are not at its best
Many friends in parts of the world
But one, makes lips sweetly curl
Distance strikes from time to time
Wonders, in reason or rhyme
Mine is not to drift and die
But to live and try
Being alone, does not sadness make?
Accept, to live it with choices made
Some say they get it
Only one, knows it
Whose stride glides in a similar gate
Side by side a virtual soul mate
The missing truly hurts
Hope, sublimely worse
Until united perchance again
To laugh aloud at life’s pain
Time apart can heal
Forge a bond of steel
When two hearts beat as one
Under the same moon and sun
Longing of a face, long not seen
But lit up, on a illuminated screen
How would it end if never met
The thought, painful blooms beget
Pondering over burning canabis
Best leave it as it is
To destiny, come what may is His
In Living, a soul too tired to do this


A➰

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