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"Freedom"

The Poems Poet

Somewhere from the depths of
A curled up silence,
Locked box missing diamond key,
Calls quiet.
But there is a hole deep inside
And through that hole, poems slide
A million poems scream
In silence
Begging to exist.

Pen slowly begins,
Sacrificial sacred heart
Dissection.
The barest soul a secret
Stripped to very different bones.
A laughing-tear; bruised-metal,
The staggering contradiction.
Tightness of the chest
Smeared like salve on a page.

Delicately touched
Labyrinth of suggestion
Faithless fickle words,
Illusions of skin
Symbols, shaped to ensnare
Soft supple masque forms
Jungle of overgrown metaphors,
Sentinels obscuring

Rarely; do we; hear it;
Beating.

Little Monster

i have a terrifying monster
Settled inside my head,
It creeps around my mind,
Sharp eyes and listening ears.

Its claws are made of memories
Its fangs are made of truth
Twisted somehow, to nightmarish
Use.

My monster plays rail-roads,
With my thought connections
Delights herself, setting up collisions.

Trivial glitter of an answer,
To a broken hearted
Question.
Laughter grumbles out
But prompts a plastic
Emotion.

Punctuated by awful claws,
Digging deep beyond my skin.
Suddenly i’m beating
Imaginary bars
Bruises form tomorrow on my
Arms.

i keep cutting on the pieces
As i try to put us back together
Whisper of what might have been
Resolution of how I’ll feel

i have a terrifying monster
All aflame with fury.
The monster’s hard as metal
A shield of alfoil
Her tender little heart adrift
She’s feisty as all hell
Terrifying two year old
Going on three,
This is my little monster,
The scarred little part of Me.

Miscarrying Melody

Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep
Mixed stars to compass bearing, lost ahead.
In steeling winds, release balloon and weep.

Strained sails hard pressed, the little mother ship,
As twinging surges splashed and stained in red,
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep.

Soft quav’ring swell her wa’try lungs, notes slip
off. Keel hauled insides, drawn to flushing head.
In stealing winds, release balloon and weep.

Adrift in cold emotion, ache to seep
A rattling gladness in the darling dead.
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep.

Abyss is closer than the air, too deep
Away her anchor, smaller scope than need.
In steeling winds release balloon and weep.

Machine on bell-ey now a single beep
No seaman’s rites, nor boxey ch-ild-bed.
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep;
In stealing winds, release balloon and weep.

Flush or “At a pinch”

Her first embarrassment
And it tastes like coffee. Bitter.
But unacceptable to spit out
And so it nestles inside
She turns red
With the hot sip still enclosed
Inside her lips.

An Unfinnished Journey

Side by side as strangers on the subway
Yet somehow without the pleasantries.
Two better known to each other in absence
Snow White and Rose Red.
Time lets bitter taste fade from the mouth
And juicy berries of memories
Colour the tongue
With bright delight.
Hurts will fall from mind
But love remains in the heart.

[20/05/10]