Away with Words

Demons bound in shapeless dreams

Summoned by the laboured screams

Of those who knew that Death was close

The first breath was the fatal dose.

‘Burn their homes!’
‘Break their skulls!’
‘Feed their new-borns to the hounds!’
Whoosh! 
So flies the cannonball,
Drowning out the dying sounds.

‘Savages!’ 
‘One and all!’
‘This land we shall civilise!’
Hush! 
Cut off those pleading hands!
Pain will close all crying eyes.

‘What? No gold?’
‘Seize the slaves!’
‘Send five hundred homeward bound!’
Whoosh!
So flies the cannonball,
Broken bodies all around.

History
Is tainted
By the will to glorify.
Hush!
Recite that age old rhyme,
Drowning out the haunting cry.

Remember when we loved
Conspicuously,
And talked ceaselessly?

Remember when we dreamed
Openly,
Bathed in certainty?

What are memories if not
Stranded storylines?

What lessons are learned on the
Shores of broken love?

Wash me clean with your waves
Pummel me in tumbling tides.

Remind me to forget you.

Seek not my counsel
But have my arms
No stained opinions
Shall do you harm.

Forget the branches
Feed the roots
The stones are hidden
By falling fruits.

The stars don’t fall, they fly
The fallen few are we
Who wish upon their light
To set our spirits free.

The moon is always out
It’s only we who hide
Behind a cloud of doubt
We keep our truth inside.

The sun forever shines
No shadows does it see
And yet we reach above
Like branches on a tree.

Undergarments overstated

Blood-eyed glares initiated

Flagrant foggy fornication

Awkward morning perturbation.

Oh insidious treacle of “truth”
Enemy of silence
You ravage reflection
With well woven fantasy.

Oh haggard harbinger of descent
Lurid necrophile
You soil gentle senses
By preaching false certainty.

My thoughts collect in pools
Stagnating
Leaving eager feelings waiting.

Stop! 
Before the lies are spoken
Hush! 
The sunlight has awoken.

Inside the lies we tell ourselves
Are mirrored truths,
Stained upon reflection
To deceive others.

Wonder not why liars thrive;
We lie to survive.

Do not be so quick
My friend,
To pour your opinions on me.

Do I appear parched to you?

As if your ill-conceived judgements
- Diluted with hypocrisy -
Could quench the slightest thirst.

There is salt in your words;
These are fresh wounds.

Decant yourself elsewhere - 
Hollow minds await your baptism.

thegirlsoul:

Never seek to tell thy love, 

Love that never told can be; 

For the gentle wind does move 

Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love, 

I told her all my heart; 

Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, 

Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me, 

A traveler came by, 

Silently, invisibly 

He took her with a sigh.

I stoke the silent fires
With faded recollections
Of vacant promises.

Consumed, I claw the ashes
For a single pulsing spark
To ignite my Reason.

Memory mining
Careless climbing
Broken as we fall.

Descending dreamlike
Hidden hindsight
Creeping to a crawl.

Wanted: Men without emotion

- “Motivated”

- Loyalty a plus

- Blinkers and full indoctrination provided

- Salary commensurate with conscience

Send your soul to…

You call to me from memories
The flickering remains
Disguised among the droplets of
The cool September rains.