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

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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.

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…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

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…make love all night long

Ax

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A Poets Mess

A Poets Mess

Words flowing in syllables,
creating visual beats
A comma produces a pause,
like taking a turn on the streets
Trying to make sense,
reading these words of a poets mess…

Moonlit sky on a peaceful night
The black of space is blue tonight
Gaze upon a single star
Searching for words from afar
How can a poet describe what he sees
If he doesn’t feel the moment appear
Clouds that barely move, covers the moon
Sweep across its back, a blank consumes
Wordless, a disease of the mind
When creation is hard to find
How can a poet describe what she sees
When her heart, only feels, the tease
Fighting the void by throwing in thoughts
Jumbled, mumbled, conjugates not
A phrase that would meld to tell
The death of a poet, he fell
How can a poet describe what it sees
When it can’t, see the forest, for the trees


Ax

A Heart That Bleeds

A Heart That Bleeds


the want is deep in a love where the heart bleeds…

there is no puncture no physical wound
to release the ache
that grows inside
a heart that bleeds

it boils slow, bathed in tears
it flows over pouting lips
taste the bitterness
a heart that bleeds

the tongue licks
saltiness, sorrows bliss
from days that pass to tomorrow
a heart that bleeds

floods inward
without escape
left to decay
a heart that bleeds

broken and shattered
left alone battered
when love hurts
a heart that bleeds


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