Turquoise

I take your hand, lost in your turquoise eyes,
Heading to the floor, no more compromise.

Arms around my neck, body to body,
Intoxicated, nothing could stop me.

As everything else falls away, we dance,
Beating heart, I lean in to take the chance.

When our lips touch, your shock is evident,
Until you smile, as others circumvent.

With eyes shut we kiss, missing in the crowd,
First moment of respite, you laugh aloud.

No-one prying, hands wander to caress,
Ours unite to pull down your rising dress.

Other thoughts drift, savouring this sought kiss,
The past gone, forgetting our last near-miss.

We stop again, your laughter fills my ears,
In the corner they watch, with drowned out cheers.

We sway together, move through the masses,
In each other’s arms, we flee their chassis.

Blinded by feeling, your infectious smile,
I disregard morals, drunken denial.

And all the while, lights in strobes shadow us,
Hiding, becoming bright to break our trust.

A startling luster sheen, they all disperse,
As they do, the night’s end I spit and curse.

We let go, minutes for eternity,
So long, so short, too fast for you and me.

A Dreamer's Dream

I dreamt last night of us kissing inside
The pitch blackness of a rain sheltered pier
Swallowed by the night overlooking the
Calm surface of a sea that threatened to
Swallow us too, while letting us breath in
This moment of eternal happiness.

Violin

The majority are meaningless strings
Played by the conspicuous conductors,
The ones whose music gives reason
To the violin’s existence otherwise
Futile, a forlorn piece of carved wood.
Conductors are few and far between
But the strings are plentiful, coming
In boxes by the dozen daily and weekly,
Before they inevitably gather dust and break,
Replaced by a lively new set with a similar
Standing sustain as the notes that went before.
One-by-one the conductors leave the room
Having learned of a finer instrument to be
Played in a different, more upstanding place
Where the quality of sound is not hindered
By the surrounding atmosphere of the patrons.
Complacent conductors take up the violin
And mistreat its once sincere soul,
Each conductor’s iris of the eye darker
With every dropping of the instrument,
Denting its body, scratching its being.
And then, there is nobody left to play,
And the violin is left to gather the same
Dust as the strings, the same dust it so
Detested when it was at the height of its
Popularity, played by only the critical
Conductors, the ones whose influence
Was everlasting when they manipulated
The mundane strings so easily found.
Finally, the strings are taken away too
For use on another active instrument,
Leaving the violin on its own to inhale the dust,
A mark of passing time and inaction,
A mark of the inconsequence it used to mock.

Chaos to Silence

I

Strobe-light chaos splits time with black spaces,
Seconds divided, just like stop motion
Animation without any purpose.
Bodies come together and sway as one,
Shaking the floor in time to the rhythm.
Elbows crack ribs as sweat rains down from those
Perched on the upper levels, surveying
The alcohol fuelled ecstasy below.
Alone I stand in sobriety, lost
In thought while moving thoughtlessly to the
Beat that goes ever on and on for no
Reason but to inspire the masses,
Granting courage to those lives without it.
Now they hang from each other, boy and girl,
Boy and boy, girl and girl, all playing the
Tease with the desires of the drunkard,
And when they drop their glasses, yelling in
Uncalled for anger and futile despair
As all their aspirations fall apart
In their man-made spiralling abyss, it
Is clear I shall forever be alone.

II

And that is the way I left the city,
On my own, expecting the chaos to
Pervade the streets as society lets
Itself fall into the trap of being
Too comfortable in uncomforting
Times, with the sly men and whorish women
Screaming and vomiting under street lights,
While the innocent night workers curse their
Prayers that were prayed in vain to the deafest;
But instead of finding bodies crisscrossed
Along the paths of deceit and sin so
Frequented by the ever ossified,
My eyes fell upon nothing at all, save
A solitary cab and its driver,
With only three jobs in thirteen hours.
Then he told me stories of a recluse,
And how the night sky mirrored the events here,
So empty, not a soul nor star in sight.
And as deafening silence drowns my
Ears while we race the night’s casting shadows,
Solitude becomes random, not certain.

(another night out, another poem about that night out).

One Key

If I could just
Set myself free,
Then it could
Be you and me,
And then we would
Sail the sea,
Us alone,
Reality,
Ours to make
For one key,
Unlock the cage
That keeps me,
Conflicting,
This country,
Can’t breath,
Imprisons me,
Need to get out
Or choke slowly,
And just

Lead life the way it was meant to live,
Or else there is nothing else to give,
No vice to expose, no gift to share,
No truth to epos, no reason to bear,
And I need you with me to see it all,
Every orange sky and every high fall,
Every echo that is your call.

If you could just
Come through snow,
Open the door
And watch me go,
Strike a match,
Candle’s glow,
Walk ahead,
I will follow,
Not too far,
Stone’s throw,
Hold my hand,
Let me know,
You’re here to stay
To just

Lead life the way it was meant to live,
Or else there is nothing else to give,
No vice to expose, no gift to share,
No truth to epos, no reason to bear,
And I need you with me to see it all,
Every orange sky and every high fall,
Every echo that is your call.

If we could just
Say no more,
Act our intent,
Dreams to fore,
Turning the key
Is but a chore,
Escape to come
Is so much more,
Flight to water,
To Earth’s core,
And there stop,
Forevermore.