Feel the summer rain

 

Can you feel

the summer rain

falling?

Delicate and mild,

whilst

the wild winds

start to whistle again.

A storm is coming,

A sound throbbing

in the undercurrent.

A sound

calling.

A sound

that promises torment.

An aural echo

of a future predicament.

 

Can you feel

the earth spin?

It's getting faster,

as if trying to escape,

but it's chained in place.

It is rattling, a backbeat

to the drone

that creeps

through every sting.

The sound that whispers

at the dark heart

of everything.

 

Do you hear it?

Can you hear it too?

What about you?

Do you hear the subtle twist

of your reality

becoming unscrewed.

You thought you knew...

You thought you had

a worldview.

But the rug

has been pulled

from underneath.

That my friend

is the hum

haunting you.

Just try to breathe.

 

Try to ignore it.

You can't.

Try to drown it out.

It just gets louder

every hour.

It holds

all the power.

All we can do

is hide and cower.

Spend your final hours

with your lovers.

Your friends,

your sisters and brothers,

because once

this day is over

we will be no more.

The hum

will have sucked us dry

and there will be no encore.

 

 

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They have apps for thet

 

I look up at the silver bird

sailing across

the heavenly oceans of sky,

and for a moment

I wonder,

where are you going?

What sits on the horizon for you?

Does that cloud island

have a thousand silver linings hidden below?

I picture storybooks,

filled with answers to why.

I imagine picture postcard landscapes.

Head in hands, I sigh

dreaming of the places

only those metal wings

can describe.

I wonder, where are you going?

But then I remember

there is an app for that

and the magic

dissipates

into wisps that fly.

 

I look up,

at the cool night air.

Is that a star,

or a planet up there,

I wander through wonderlust star dust.

A world so far away from us.

Is there life? Does it sing?

Does it paint in shades of aqua marine?

Do they think like you and me?

Does the air taste completely new?

A citrus tang with starburst sweet overtures.

I look through excited eyes,

are you a planet or a star?

Then I recall I have an app installed

which will tell me precisely that,

and the magic drops

like an asteroid

crashing my thoughts to earth.

 

I look at the green, blue,

pictures of home,

and I wonder if people think like me.

If they see a flower and smile,

If they meet someone from a faraway land,

do they welcome them in,

break bread, and find commonality

before trying all new customs and cuisine?

Do they see the locks of beauty?

Do they hold love like a key?

Or are they all so different

and I'm like the alien from far away?

I wonder to myself hopefully,

Are people kind? Are people open to change?

Are they willing to hold out a hand?

Then I remember

we have apps for that,

and my hope dissipates.

 

I look all around

and I think of how much

I’d like to write it all down,

paint it in words,

so, people would know

this world we inhabit.

I'd like to make art

out of the light and dark.

I'd love to write

of what it means to be human

with a beating heart,

and whilst I know

there are apps that can,

they don't understand

the intricate nature of man.

The artificial can never know

of this life we walk through

each and every day.

So, I will always carry a pen,

and I’ll put my phone away,

see the world through my own eyes

not a camera lens,

and I’ll write it all down

with my own unique spin.

 

 

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On the rocks

 

Looking back, I have to laugh

at what I saw as my saviour path.

The walkway I thought would bring

me giddy happiness, would leave me

dizzy, broken and hapless.

I strode on misguided feet.

The life I'd pictured in my dreams

was on the rocks,

with no handrail to guide it seemed.

 

Countless self-destructive feats,

down too many dead end streets.

I thought that this was the way for me,

the place I'd meet my dismal destiny.

I never believed that I was worthy,

just a blur on the edge of thirty,

and all I could see

was the bottom of a glass

staring back at me with a face,

bruised and dirty.

 

I never want to be sober,

I thought.

I sought adventure

caught in the dregs of a bottle,

in the drops of a tap,

in the messed-up visions

that still flicker back,

a disconcerting flip book

of hidden truth and self-abuse,

of weary looks

and worn-down boots.

Intoxicated hope, a lie.

A whisp floating to the sky.

My life,

sinking under the liquor I'd imbibed.

 

I walked alone and I fell alone.

I stood again to gain nothing

but pain, misery and a lifetime

of looking back in shame.

I never wanted to see clearly.

The pictures on my page too scary,

the thoughts in my head terrified.

I could only feel dread grow inside of me

and a glass is no place to hide.

 

I never want to be sober I thought.

Caught in a moonbeam, 

drinking moonshine and whisky, neat.

Red wine pouring down at my feet,

like a pool of blood puddling around me.

Portending my destined fate.

If I'd listened instead

to the rumbling fear in my head,

if I'd stopped hiding behind beer,

using the bottles as a barrier

against anyone

that wanted to show me care,

would I be who I am right now?

Where I stand so much prouder

without a pint in hand,

or more likely would I be six feet under?

Just a memory whispered

in peoples diaries.

 

Oh, such a waste,

I'm sure they would say,

but I had to fall to climb.

I had to kill the me

that whined inside.

Deep within this aching shell,

I had to refine my heart,

to be more kind to myself.

Refind the truth behind my eyes,

the love that dwells inside.

Remind myself

that I have a purpose in life.

Rewind the clocks from time to time,

to confide in my soul

that I've grown

so much more whole.

Now I don't listen to the bell

that calls last orders on us all.

 

 

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