Falling

A river urging onward to the shore

The banks a prison stop it flowing free

The force so natural surging in my vein

Restrained I could not choose what I would be

My course was dammed you would not brook my dream

But I will flood convention and destroy

My rocky bed was not what you desire

And you no longer thirst that I enjoy

I am the sea my heart now saline washed

My ocean just a drop in your disdain

My flow won’t ebb so dry the pointless stream

My passing will allow you to remain

And if you ever think upon that spring

Just know I don’t regret the falling in

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Sleep

Creator of the lonely: kept within

A drug to kill and yet to cause the pain

In isolation: ward away the sin

The hold of loss as if it were again

To push away and not to move toward

Rejection an injection to the vain

The nothing is caressed forever flawed

Such hurt inflicted just to void the pain

Regret begets a cycle to despair

A spinning wheel so watch the finger bleed

The soul is in coma from which where

To fail is looking better than succeed

Will not be waken with the purest kiss

Decision made and so prefer to miss

Angel

You enter in where eagles fear

My agent truth or dare

A shaken stirred and bottles spun

And we are god knows where

I’m taking down the lines behind

For you are at the front

And what is fair in loving wars

When none is innocent

So leave me in the lurching sea

Deserted by your shore

For better is the worst of times

When wisdom wants for more

Here I Am

Who’s the captain? Where’s the ship

Crest of wave and then the dip

Nearly drowning half afloat

Out at sea without a boat

Lost in desert shifting sand

Nothing quite as I had planned

My oasis now mirage

Little problem looming large

Soaking wet or arid dry

Life’s a bitch I can’t deny

Struggle just catch my breath

Here I am but so bereft

Painted

Alone in pearly grey so Garbo chic

Yet you anticipate my every thought

Insidious how you into me seep

But in your foolish games I won’t be caught

Without a word my star that shines ahead

How black and white has cast you in the shade

Your garish technicolour hues are spread

But man or mouse your plans are not well laid

And you will be the people’s choice no doubt

So populist but not what I prefer

You’re zooming in while I have faded out

So many things you are but not demure

Not jaded my depart from tinsel town

The queen is dead all hail the painted clown