Blues

 

I’ve got the blues but it’s like the colour

has been sucked from the room.

Muddy grey and dark black views

are all I see in the gloom.

I'm stuck in a rut and I've nothing left to lose,

except all I’ve ever known.

I'm walking like I'm in a daze

except I'm watching on from a high up place,

maybe a star sat in outer space,

and all I can see is a man with no inner peace

trying to keep up the pace.

 

I've lost my will to keep pushing through.

I’ve got ice crystals circling my veins,

a heart full of stones, and a head full of pain.

My words are stuck in my teeth

and they grow like vines

strangling the light that lives inside.

I'm a poet without a muse

and I lost my quill 

along with the truth.

 

I need a hug, not just the warm feel of skin,

but that magical feeling

where the whole world disappears

revealing a world of just us,

like atoms or dust dancing together

against a crashing chorus.

 

I sit in this mood as it consumes

every morsel of my being.

I'm entombed in its belly

yet still it chews, still it devours,

piling up more waste

to further sour my view.

I’m a poet without a pen.

My words are bleeding

but I can't get them to make sense.

Just a pool of nonsense

puddling around my essence.

and I'm just waiting for the meaning

to reveal itself like a glimmer of sunlight

breaking through the grey.

 

I need a hug,

not just the warmth

of skin touching skin,

but that blanket feeling of being loved

when your own self love is wearing thin.

Not just an empty embrace,

but that magical feeling when hearts

unzip themselves

and pile their stuffing into one

Burnt Ashes

 

Burnt offerings,

that’s all that is left of me.

Scraped up embers

thrown on the

dust pile of history.

Crumbling ashes

of hope, blown away,

catching the wind

and drifting slowly

into yesterday.

 

I'm just cinders

with no ball to attend.

My slippers, on fire,

and my wits at their end.

A conflagration

with no hope to cling to.

Ashes is all I'll ever be.

An empty mattress of

yesterday's dreams,

flowing away

like that river

becomes a stream.

 

I'm burnt ashes.

A pile of

smouldering

notepads

filled with

the scratches

I've felt in my heart,

the cuts

I've lived with

for so long.

I'm burnt offerings

to some fiery god,

but my words

are just embers

floating away

into yesterday's dreams

and setting them

ablaze.

Hold tight

 

I want to hold you tight

under those stars above,

in that forest grove where

two hearts made love,

entwined like the roses

that grow beside

the river that flows

I never wish to let go.

For this is the place

dreams are sewn into the canopy

of space so beautifully strewn

with those magic diamonds

that twinkle when we lay alone.

 

So, hold me tight.

 

For I never wish to ever let go.

I want to live on this ride,

flying through the heavens glow.

For our hearts can grow,

just like the roses that sit 

beside the river that flows

in this paradise where dreams

make love under starlit skies

and the moon smiles to share

her light, and I will hold on tight

whilst dawn pierces the night

with her glorious golden highlights.

Bathing us in a warming glow

like the mirrorball sky threw down to show

that our hearts were tied to this earth

when our love blossomed into the universe.

 

So, hold me tight.

 

I want to never let go.

Hold me tonight.

I want to hear you

in the lucid visions

of the lunar satellite.

Hold me tight

wherever the river flows.

For, with you by my side

we can sow dreams

over this countryside.