HYPNOSIS

How do I know if you are there?

Wisps of confusion in the air,

Moist and fragrant, smoothly tow

Do I dare to find out?

Cast away on turbulent pulses

Torrents thrusting to and fro,

Anchors haulin’ does no good,

Do I dare strike forth?

Into the wild, skimming the blue

reckless, gasping happiness true

shimmers wistful, camouflaged..

Resonant hums strange and calm

lull and rock, a sultry psalm

beckon, come join the entourage..

‘Tis a parade of fools

The ones who did choose

to merry-make and sing for the soul

Gyrate and profess

Love does make life a mess

But its trance is a hypnosis that makes me whole.

GOODBYE

Remember me as a smile

Not as an ache in your heart

Remember me as a blessing

Not a curse that cut deep and hard

Look back on me

always as a soft dream that lit your blues

Know me in your thoughts

as a wistful wish that came true.

I dare not stay longer

for the mirage will scatter

Though I yearn to be stronger

my courage does shatter

And so I leave you

before fragile desires swirl into mist

Goodbye, winsome one …

so that our friendship stays as it is.

My self I see

You want me to give up my sun, my moon

my rhinestones that make me swoon…

You want me to turn pathetic and wry

while I wish to stay a butterfly.

I fled and fought the twinge, the tear

I cried wracking sobs, cringed from the fear

but no more cobwebs, no closets, that’s it

no more promises that sit rancid.

Careless, composed, calm , contained

A film of white o’er the deranged.

Is it a must, a doctrine, a rule, dear heart

that you must please all from self apart?

What I do see, I must believe

What I do seek, I will achieve,

There may be walls or mountains tall

With hope riding high, I will climb them all.

STANDARDS

Ease the pain, comfort the eye,
Pleads the brain, of working shy, 
Know your worth, but wrap it in, 
Standards high are not their thing.

Yes, be a scholar beyond your age,
Delve deeper than what prints on page,
Yet, when your quill should dip in ink,
Easy is what makes the mint.

A wall thick with mortar so morose,
passion wilts, withered by force,
A thankless task, give it a stab though, vermin,
Else the wizard will not grant you a heart of tin.

CONVERSATION

Voices drifting, floating, melding
Some incompatible, others a honeycomb
It rises and throbs like a creature unkempt
demanding, unruly, yet in desire bent..

Eyebrows, twitches, slight curls about the lips,
A glance askance, a protesting pitch, 
Do I intrude, or hover at the seams
A weaver watching the fabric knit its own reams.

They invite yet taunt, rekindle memories that haunt,
'Tis a dance of personas silhouetted against the fire of thought
A step off beat and it whispers a plea,
Please..please...keep conversing with me.

Battle in blood...

It's a face off

between two alphas

a contest of wits

a battle of guile.

There will be bloodshed

and closets ripped open

and secrets spilled

with sadistic smiles.

 

Neither backs down

for much more’s at stake

than honour or a mere victory thrill.

Quick and painless

one will fall, spent, gasping

while the other revels in the satisfaction of the kill.

A long time gone....

Its unusual, strange, the tides of time...that swell and change,
How they pause where do they flow?
A mystery, a curveball fate does throw...
I wait as always, butterflies in my brain,
Fluttering in hope...peeking in vain...
To get a glimpse at the colours that coat the horizon i am yet to know