Seasons - Book

Seasons.

The latest collection of poetry by Author/Poet Kyle Coare is now available to purchase from Amazon, in either paperback or Kindle editions.

This book looks at the world through the lens of seasons, from the heat and passion of Summer, through the amber cries of autumnal skies.
Into the cold, harsh, dark winters, vast wastelands, where shadowy figures lurk amongst the lost hearts.
Spring rebirth and regrowth, with the scent of new flowers in bloom, new love, new hopes and dreams.

Kyle's previous work has been described as a thought-provoking carousel of dreams, rage and sympathy all at once. Rebellious but kind-hearted, powerful and fresh. A relevant collection to current problems. It is an observant and raw book of poems that I would recommend for anybody with a full five stars. If you need proof that poetry is just as vital, if not more vital to literature today than it’s ever been, here is proof.
Realistic Poetry International.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1689340436

Sky painted like stone

Dreary depressive days

the pressure to be colourful when all I feel is grey

the need to play, to take a step outside and far away

a miserable flow of rain, drizzle that soaks the skin

the slate coloured skyline, the world slows its spin

The drone of a damp day, monotone

groans like the sound of a distant telephone

drilling its tone deep into the bone

a moan from a sky painted like stone

a note of dread, played deep inside the head

reminders of tears shed and hurtful words said

Grim the clouds that mass

like a pack of wolves ready to attack

they snarl, but they don't bark

they dispatch no bite, the don't put up a fight

they just circle, the menacing eyes just a lie in the dark

like a grey sky with no thundery sparks

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love

Kyle.

 

A life of rhyme

Tell my tales in verse
my life, this private universe
in bursts of words, a mirror world flipped in reverse
pages of a book cursed by inverse thoughts I traverse

Write my life in rhyme
it helps to prime the mind, the parts I lost to the sands of time
mine the depths, the lost recesses of memories kept
swept under the carpets of neglect and ugliness
those flickering light bulb moments, when day breaks through the loneliness

Write my story in song
when all I ask is a place I can belong
left longing for the one who will sing along
that will listen to the words I throw, the lyrics that flow
who will let the love grow, through the weeds that show
the one that makes the heart bloom, when she enters the room
the light to my gloom, the sun to my moon

Let the words tell my story
I snatched defeat from glory
lost more than I ever had, so I swore I'd stand tall
not let the days grind me down, I'd shout loud, you would hear my call
find my place on the page, the stages of life I left to age

the words I taste as they erupt from my brain, like a prisoner escaped from a cage
the moments of love, the memories of pain, the lost tales in between

Thanks For Reading,

Peace And Love.

Kyle.

Escape

Getaway, through the gateways that pave your way
escape to avoid the pain and misery as it dances on your grave
a break from the boredom that grates, the sheer heart ache
of a love left in tatters as the world quakes
shakes you to your core, as day fails to break

Escape, to find your head, lost in the clouds
your mind drowned in the sounds of the crowds
to find home, hope, a love that would climb the highest mountains
to be by your side as the world collapses in lava fountains

Escape, a sunbeam magic carpet ride
across the oceans of the mind
avoid the pull of the tide
search the world, you never know what you'll find

Take the time to find you, be true, be who you want to
escape the days that grind, that degrade your mind, avoid the hate that they spew
the past is not the new, its just a story of what was once you
find a new page, begin to write with a flourish, let your pen flow through

Write the song, the one that people will sing long after we are gone
find the melody deep inside, the world you hide, let the tune play on
find the words that stick to your heart like toffee, let them coat you
envelop you, devote yourself to exploring what develops if you change the field of view

Escape the old, forget the why, the how, the what, the when, the where
look at the who, the person that sits inside the one that cares
the one with a story to share, a life to lead and love to wear
forget the past, find your future, explore the universe out there

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Rubble

Crumbling stories, the walls cave in
days feel grim, barely raise a grin
fell in a deep rut, I'm sinking
the strain starts to tear skin
the room so dim, lost within
a grave of my own making

The floors collapse, foundations cracked
supports snap under the strain, world turns black
stacked highs grind us down, fall like the skies
when love just tells lies, and smiles turn to sighs

A rumble of ashes as stained glass smashes
shatters the soul, the whole world crashes
cement no longer sticks, the glue that bound us torn apart
the bricks broken like a fragile heart, left alone wondering in the dark
friendships lamented, no longer cemented, mood terminated
by words mistranslated, as the self destruction sequence was activated

Under deep rubble, the dust choking, words not spoken
cant find a voice, my throat wont open
hear a voice in the dark, an angel in part
with a hand to guide, and fix this lost heart

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love,

Kyle.

Smiling eyes

Smiling yet shy, the cries I hide
the grin outside, betrays the pain inside
your smiling eyes open wide, let me swim by your side
tears flow away with the tide

Smiling flights through dark nights, hitting new heights,
reaching our highlights, delight in the sights of the world under moonlight
lets dance in dusk's dampened streetlights
write the next page of our story, ignite the floodlights

Smiling words tie the heart in ribbons, like wrapped presents
I feel your presence, a pleasant walk under a moon shaped crescent
smiling as I smell your essence, a perfume intense in every sense
as we walk under the moons luminescence, the perfect anti depressant

Smiling eyes, yours never lie, they shine on me to light the path I ride
a guide, as we glide though the universe, still unidentified
feel purified, with you beside, heart magnified, the beats amplified
walk with pride, stand tall and dignified, deny the tears that once you cried

Thanks For Reading,
Peace and love.
Kyle.

Dead Words

Walk the shadow world, tear stained streets
the cracked mirror plains, the addicts dark retreats
this circus freak show hell, the tightrope off which you fell
the thin white line, carnival drums beat out a farewell

Take the road alone, don't turn back
never look behind, never know whose ready to attack
the flames rise, hate surges, can't control this urge
through the flowing curtains, funeral hum plays its dirge

Place your mind in a box, try to watch it from the outside
see it blow from the explosive thoughts as the high subsides
study the flaws, the doors closed to all but yourself
as the walls close in, the mirror world shows only bad health

Flow through the cracks, look at the faces staring back through pin point eyes
powder keg ready to blow, needle points out another downward slide
try to find a path through the haze of a foggy cold embrace
as the cold sweat drips across your face

Try to reflect on the image stuttering in the mirror
the aged skin, bags where your eyes should be, body so much thinner
with shaking hands take another hit, as the brain fails to connect
push aside the thoughts of all the lives left wrecked

You try to find some relief, however brief, in the lies you weave
as you lay in your shrouded, brain clouded, chemical addled land of make belief
lost stories untold, never to be heard
as the bell chimes on those dead words

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Ticking Clocks

Shards of this broken heart tore scars
ripped deep cuts through the stars
doubt crippled, as the waves of memory rippled through
did I do enough, the day runs on repeat, a constant review

The tired alarm, the shouts as the world shifted its view
sirens blare and wail through, memories wont let me see through the grey blue
the day stood still, the clocks all stopped
and tears wouldn't flow, like a broken watch that time forgot

Emotionally I go through the motions
my brain wont stop running. so much noise a constant commotion
I'm fine, I lie, I smile whilst deep inside I cry
did I do enough, the words repeat each night

And the bells didn't ring, the chimes dulling
time stalled that dark morning
wish that time would start again,
wish I could cry, tears would fill lochs
and every night I dream of ticking clocks

Thanks for reading, 

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

Some days

Some days all I want is to cry

but the well has run dry

tears shy away behind smiles so wide

when all I want, is to run away and hide

Some days It feels like the dam is about to burst

the river of tears behind the eyes, ready to do their worst

when you've given your all, yet still they call

when you've taken the beatings and hit that brick wall

Some days it feels like all hope is gone, it walked alone

and your heart feels as heavy as a stone

when all the eyes feel like they are judging you

and all the voices seem filled with ridicule

Is It so wrong to want peace, a world to believe in

happiness so freeing a feeling, takes the tears and sends them fleeing

Is it so bad to want love, to share the hopes and the dreams

to find that special someone makes your smile true, not a way to mask screams

Is it so terrible to want good, to fill all hearts with joy

rather than flooding the world with dark murky waters to destroy

Thanks For Reading,

Peace And Love,

Kyle.

Empty Cage

Paint my soul on the page

but where does it get me

a locked up heart, without a key

a vacant cell, this empty cage

Bare my heart, it lets out a beat

then it breaks free, running from me

scared to be seen, no reason to be

my words remain, just tears on the sheet

Spill my thoughts on the screen

vent my hopes and my dreams, all the fears inbetween

every wish that I've had, all the good and the bad

I write them up to be seen, all the things that make me

this empty heart, locked in a distant shell

just waiting for the jailer to unlock the cell

Thanks For Reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

Smoke And Mirrors + spoken word video

Through the haze, monstrous yellow eyes gaze

lost deep in a twisting turning maze

smoke and mirrors, the chasing pack so vicious

their malicious growls howl, the echo repetitious

Staring back into my own face, fear stained lips

tastes like hate, it drips, drips, drips

the snarling crowd attacks with perfect precision

smoke and mirrors, in this labyrinth of fog and distorted visions

Tear stained eyes, bloodshot and wide

reflect back into their holes, the memories they hide

smoke and mirrors, the evil delivers

as i stare back at myself, quaking in deep shivers

The hunter chases me down, or am I the one chasing

all I know is I'm running, legs pounding the pavement, this new life I'm craving

I was cornered, smoke and mirrors, the blood spilt rivers

the threatening horde, so many shadowy figures

Who is the prey, is it me or the one that was once in my skin

my reflection, no longer the person I saw, not the man I was then

face no longer that of a scared lost boy, found my place here

the smoke clears and the mirror's tears disappear

Thanks For Reading,

Peace And Love.

Kyle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RAGAE5fJMs

Supernova shine

Through the glare of a phone screen

I floated on sunbeam streams

a picture of beauty, the lady of my dreams

framed in lights of ruby, a vision that gleams

There in front of me, illusion flickers like electricity, glittery

a presence that soothes the injuries of history

bathed in bright light, the lady with bewitching delivery

talks to me at night, of all life's great mysteries

She stands under shooting star skylines

a silhouette against the supernova shine

as comets collide, the universe realigns

and we dream of sun burnt coastlines, our hearts combined

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.