Blank Canvas
Beauty crudely
painted on
Impressionist's
hoping to drown
paranoid confusion
with perfection.
Camouflage
This war paint placed strategically upon my face
Is painting a picture so solid with lines
When all I am is a water colour undefined.
A Question
Why give voice before guide
insight before preparation
love before lessons in humility?
Platter
Offering myself up
like a sweet piece of fruit
for devouring.
Skinned and pipped
for easy consumption
of flesh.
The Balcony
Darkly erotic
and sinfully proud
of gracious face
she screams aloud
He sneaks away
Softly, Into the night
Vanishing silently
before it gets bright
feelings used
left confused
spent in the moment
and realised
in their aftermath.
Open
Stretched out on his table
open for inspection.
Heat seeping through
thin barriers.
Insides like ice
as flames lick skin.
This play boy women
playing pretend.
Filled up, but left empty
in paradise.
Coming backwards
with freezing feet
yet this invasion
seeks to repeat.
Jaded
Skipping
the living the lie realisation
instead I begin to question
but I know your answers
wont fullfill
nothing has changed
since I was a litttle girl.
Happy
Happy that highs
can out number the lows
happy that in people
love grows
Happy that when
I walk down the street
and our eyes meet
we smile
Knowing
we are alive
and breathing in
a new day
Possibilities
This is just a fragile seed
a tiny ripple in a turbulent sea
and we are but a possibility.
Not yet formed
upon our touching lips
a stillness in the centre of a storm
A future not yet born.
A Life time too late
Too wrong, and two timed
out of synch.
Wishing to save my soul
a life time too late.
Promising
what was needed
but wasn’t ours to keep.
Over-stimulation
Lost beings
in overload
bursting through
their skin
ready to implode
into visual
over perception
a dazzlingly bright
interception
of everything
still, nothing
settles to sooth
our souls.
Slow tears
dripping down
liquid warmth
running round
gentle solitude
seeps silently
leaving tracks
tasting sweeter
swallowing my
misery mercifully
Pawn
This emotionally uncomfortable
socially dysfunctional, being
is tired of trying
Just a martyr playing her part
on the board as a pawn.
Drowning in the rain
Sinking, silently down
wave after wave
comes, crushing around.
As raised she is paid
to watch these days
flying past.
Melancholy madness
settles in the brain.
She shakes the drips off
still she’s drowning
in the rain.
Tear
I cry for the sky
so blue and endless
so bright it hurts
this river flows
for my pity
it could not be
the way
it was mean.
Boundaries
Our wildernesses
captured and contained
how it pains me to see
these sharp slicing ,metal meshes
wrapped around our special places
to prick us when we stray too far
into natures primitive playground.
A Prayer for Our Time
Will of mine please find me
the time to change
guide me into seeing
believing and being.
Let me live,
by what I understand
rather than following
some one else’s plan.
Let me become
strong enough, to turn away
from what I have pre -learned to say.
Give me the courage of my convictions
and the faith that I can make a difference.
