You knew I was wild
But you wanted to play
You liked my attention
When I started to dance
Only for you -
You had another intention
Danced with me for a while
Knowing I was wild
Pulled me down - fed me your dreams
Till I let my vision drift
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
I made you feel special
Cause I danced for you
You let me think it was real
When I helped you heal
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
You've broken my heart
Taken me apart -
I know it was not
Your intention -
But you liked to play
You just liked my attention
Monday, 16 December 2019
Sunday, 15 December 2019
Gleaning meaning
Some like sanitised meaning
Never truly gleaning
The mystic soul-
They lock their beating hearts to ideals of cold and measured moments
Wildness without relent-
Torments the narrow mind
How can fire be kind?
Decisions based on proven facts-
Fear-driven tacts
And man's unnatural care -
Lacks courage of a soulful tear,
Two beats locked in arrythmic sway
Yearning to cut/ and break away
Tied in hypothetised metric steps
The cost to cut and run too steep
Never truly gleaning
The mystic soul-
They lock their beating hearts to ideals of cold and measured moments
Wildness without relent-
Torments the narrow mind
How can fire be kind?
Decisions based on proven facts-
Fear-driven tacts
And man's unnatural care -
Lacks courage of a soulful tear,
Two beats locked in arrythmic sway
Yearning to cut/ and break away
Tied in hypothetised metric steps
The cost to cut and run too steep
Thursday, 12 December 2019
No hope, no witness, no reward
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who like to shine
When other lights are on
But those that twinkle-
When the darkness overwhelms
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who love to boast
Only when they know they're heard
But those that whisper-
When the silence rings
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who like to shine
When other lights are on
But those that twinkle-
When the darkness overwhelms
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who love to boast
Only when they know they're heard
But those that whisper-
When the silence rings
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
Thursday, 14 November 2019
Easy Smile
You had that easy smile
Laid back style -
I seemed to think
You looked only at me
But if I did blink
My opened eyes would see
The easy way your glance
Moved with passing whisps'
Choreographed dance
Magic, mad man
Sunday, 27 October 2019
Swirling Memories
It swirls within –
A bitter sweet mixing
Of memories I’d rather not recall
Here – comes night fall
Dark blanket of silence lays
Heavy upon the one who pays
The price of suffocated joy
Emotions raw – played like a toy
A weak rebellion squashed
As those who ‘know’ speak in hushed
Quick whispers of judgement
She turns her eye down again
In all that she found pain
What a fool to think
That one of her ilk
Would stand by her side
In the upcoming storm to aide
How easy it is to claim bravery
In the shelter of your morality
Monday, 29 July 2019
Sunset fades
Sunset fades the light
The memory in my mind
Plays - again - on repeat
It too fades with passing time
Something about the night
Ceases to seem kind
And the tangled sheet
Mirror the knotted grime
That I follow - trying for right
But twisted, playing shadows blind
Render my soul obsolete
Try and I cannot climb
Exhausting, draining fight
I float to try unwind
The world is dead beat
No longer in it's prime
The memory in my mind
Plays - again - on repeat
It too fades with passing time
Something about the night
Ceases to seem kind
And the tangled sheet
Mirror the knotted grime
That I follow - trying for right
But twisted, playing shadows blind
Render my soul obsolete
Try and I cannot climb
Exhausting, draining fight
I float to try unwind
The world is dead beat
No longer in it's prime
Monday, 20 May 2019
You hurt me, my friend
I think I know what gnaws at my heart
My friend - I opened up a part
Of my soul, left closed for so long
Only for you to ask if I knew it was wrong
My friend -
You -
Who claim to be a defender of women
A counsellor of those in pain
I thought you'd react different
From all those others I told
You threw the guilt and shame I carried
Right back onto my burdened -
Anxiety ridden self - that little shadow
Of a scared little girl who still lives in fear
Unrelenting passive aggressive comments
Like a weight on my mind-
I am consumed once again by sadness
Over a battle I thought I had won
My friend - I opened up a part
Of my soul, left closed for so long
Only for you to ask if I knew it was wrong
My friend -
You -
Who claim to be a defender of women
A counsellor of those in pain
I thought you'd react different
From all those others I told
You threw the guilt and shame I carried
Right back onto my burdened -
Anxiety ridden self - that little shadow
Of a scared little girl who still lives in fear
Unrelenting passive aggressive comments
Like a weight on my mind-
I am consumed once again by sadness
Over a battle I thought I had won
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