Archive for October 3, 2015


the other half

the other half.

dregs, urchins,
the unwashed,

people,
almost, though not quite …

epithets pummel the pummelled,

elements torment the tormented,

hate, mistrust,
conceit, greed,

yours and mine,

fuels:

the diesel of hate,
the anthracite of apathy,
the hybrid greed:

as the beast of indifference gouges,

for the beast has needs,

it hungers,
it scavenges,

it continues,
evermore,

to feed.

let us walk,
knowing not the paths ahead,

let us talk,
knowing not each others tongues,

let us breathe,
the simple joys of life,
away from shredding strife,

so, take my hand,
in yours,

and let us walk and talk,

through many tears,
and an occasional smile,

as we walk on,
and on,

past our final mile …

the city …

leaving behind,
tears, fears,
of unknown tomorrows,

of lifes nettles strewn along the paths we tread,

far far away, from the numbing dread,

the despair, isolation, the damp sorrow,

while the city,
ravenously guzzles,

souls,
spirits,
hearts,
minds:

the city,
never sated,

ever prowling,
to be fed.

wishing i could take your hand,

and walk away from these walls that close in,

suffocating hopes, living and breathing within,

us all,
human beings,
just people,

like you and i,
so close, so very near,

yet exiled by infinite sky,

always seeking release,
freedom,

as we rake the dust,
ready to soar,

up high …

fleas

sweltering,
trapped,

saltwater all around,
fleeing death,

surviving death on the seas,

to be greeted,

as fleas.

the nights of desolate fear, may have passed,

the days of infinite trepidations, may have waned,

yet the scars remain,

as does the pain …

when will i see your smile,
near me,

feeling your warm breath against mine,

when will i feel your touch,
beside me,

peppering your kisses with saffron whispers,

when will i hear you,
your lips against mine,

cajoling me, again,
to wait,
just
a little
longer,

while i whisper back,

knowing the hunger,
to remain stronger,
painting on the smile,
of the mirthful dream-monger,

while keeping at bay,

the raging cauldron
ablaze,
within my being entire,
sizzling, scorching me to the marrow,

the unsaid charade,
theatre for the conscience,
played out,
and in,

just beneath the veneer,

of dreams,
of you,

cascading through,

seducing the fabric of our shared time,

so clear,
crytallised, pristine,
delicate,

yet, yet,
steely,

and
sheer.

will we ever know why,

people are randomly broken,

infinite hurtful words spoken,

and will we ever know why time flies,

leaving us all,

twisted and cynical,
sterile, clinical,

as we race,
chase,

on,
ever onwards,

obliviously,
gleefully,

headed for that inevitable,

invisible wall.

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