By life's open fire

 

Unwrapped

that

into

which

we

wound

around

ourselves

so

tight.

 

Through

the long night,

we talked,

laughed

cried

and

worked it all

out.

 

You see

that's what poetry...

No... Life,

is all about.

Finding our

stories deep inside

and pulling them

out into the light.

Sharing them

out,

like a meal, a feast.

We give and we take.

We share what

we make.

We talk, we laugh, we cry, we fight.

We find meaning, we resolve,

we hug and retire.

Then we play games

by life's open fire.

 

And as the evening

is drawing,

we play charades

with our lives,

trying to squeeze

our thoughts

and feelings

into a quick mime.

Hearty meals of life

condensed to mere

soundless soundbites.

But when the day ends

we play games

     by life's open fire.

 

 

 

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End days

 

People often

fantasise

about

where they would be

during the

end times?

How would they

pass those final breaths

before the inescapable universal death?

 

Well, I never wanted to be

the bearer of bad news

but look around you...

What do you see?

This is exactly

what we'd do,

you and me.

We are already living

in those final heartbeats.

 

We would consume.

News on demand.

Still being sold

at a premium.

Advertising will still run

until the very last shot.

A burning planet,

everything must go,

do one final shop.

Screaming at us to buy

their products.

Sunscreen will not

protect you a jot

when the burning ball

fires up so hot

and devours itself.

But they will lie,

telling you to buy, buy, buy.

 

People think

it will be sexy times,

one last fling

before the final curtain call.

Before those bells begin to ring.

Again, I hate to break this to you all.

But stress makes performances fall.

It's hard to get excited

when the world around you

is crumbling to the floor,

and the atoms are screaming to be saved.

And even if the earth does move,

It's not so easy to find romance,

within the uproar of a world

being torn in two.

It doesn't get much more stressful

than being up against the wall,

feeling the biggest bang of all.

 

The wolf always knew

this day would come.

One final walk into the smouldering sun.

Vaporising the thoughts that once did run

free through these fields.

He was a part of the pack.

Now he stands

alone once more.

Alone.

A tear drops at his paw.

Alone.

A lone wolf.

One final run.

Before...

Before…

 

 

 

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The scent of fear

 

I smell fear

dripping

from the walls

of this place.

Its essence

has its own scent,

making itself present

as soon as you get close.

It climbs your nose.

Rotton.

Pungent.

Intense.

Like it knows you are near

and it feeds from your fear.

 

But I venture on down

the long corridors

winding my way along.

Been here before...

A maze of doors,

a place of short stays.

I remember them

from times before.

Times when I was

on the other side

of those doors.

 

But now I only walk

the beige carpeted floors.

Noticing the way

the lighting changes,

when no one else is watching,

and all you hear are the sounds

of echoed snores.

 

In the dim lit corridors,

the echoes are joined by a roar,

but everyone

is too far gone to hear

its hateful sneer

throttling the air,

choking the atmosphere.

They are all too fast asleep

to hear the very atoms weep,

as the blood of aeons seeps

over the beige carpeted halls.

But their dreams

will be infected

before too long,

by the nightmare song

when it calls.

 

 

 

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