Splinters …

Splinters …

fragments of faded stills,

litter my heart …

trembling lips, that first kiss,

moist cheeks,
sweeping up shards of a broken heart,

torn laughs,
stabbing within,

as splinters of bygone selves,

needle,
jab,

pierce this night,

as scribbled verses seek,

ache,
hunger,

for that sliver of light …

Echoes …

Echoes …

whispers of bygone moons,

tease my dreams.

murmurs of praline yesterdays,

bathe my waking thoughts.

Echoes drift,

undulating, caressing,

pleading,

for the cacophony to be hushed,

as I scribble ever on and on,

and on.

Echoes drift,

healing, renewing,

beseeching,

the raucous tumult,

flowing,
slipping,

yearning for stillness,

away from this jarring day,

seeking solace,

in a million smiles,

smiled along the way …

The Siege of Kobane (Saturday 11th October 2014)

The Siege of Kobane …

(Saturday 11th October 2014)

The resistance stands,

Kobane stands,

it’s defenders armed with Kalashnikovs and the fierce will of a people refusing to be cowed,

the resistance against the perversions of ISIS stands,

today,

in the streets of Kobane.

The battles rage on,

as we type these words,

as you read these lines,

the resistance against ISIL barbarity holds firm.

Kobane stands!

Still!

Kobane has not fallen!

Viva the Resistance!