Port of Call Redux aka Pretentious-ness-ness

Port of Call Redux aka Pretentious-ness-ness …

sailing between
sprinkled kisses

sipped
savoured

under swaying moonlight

bathed by whispering palms
on that talcum beach

that talcum-powder beach forever drenched by the rivers of my dreams

and

the open seas of parched memories
famished souls
soiled by desperation
hearing nothing

nothing at all
but the vultures ravenous call …

… so come on, dear friend, take my hand in yours ( metaphorically speaking if nothing else ) and let’s walk back to that talcum caressed beach of dreams

because
with you it is all

and without you

still
and
always
and
perhaps forever more
in some quiet corner

deep within the core of your heart

shall always be
deeply anchored
my very all

my final port of call

_________________

Port of Call
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history …

misty tears fall on splintered parchment

history simmers

the shackles of centuries cast off

the chains of oppression shattered

embracing new horizons

dawning
&
trusting once again
in that unfinished dream

of less famished tomorrows

blah-blah-blah

letting go
breaking it all

stripped bare
fractured
lost in the fog

of whispered lies

drenched
drowned

spent
chewed up and spat out
into the sewers

just another of your litter
another puppy dog

and all in all

when curtains fall

i remain

just another
essential cog

half truths & lies

left broken
adrift

anchorless on oceans
of twisted words

numb
in a maelstrom of half truths & lies

abandoned underneath shared skies …

… and now that the years have fled

and tears have been bled

and all that i have left
are my eyes

straining to see

you

fading slightly
yet still

the only constant

the only thing
i know to be true

scribblin’ self-deprecatin’ scribbles

the sapling that took root,

enmeshed in the sweat-soaked gulag of kisses & pain,

silence & self-pity,

will grow to be a tree,

rising above the prejudices of men,

higher & higher,

to that point when looking down,

humans all look the same.

and so …

I stretch out my arm,

my thumb defiant in the oppressive air,

& as I bid you an almondsweet adieu,

I hold you close,
whispering these words:

so long, my friend,
& stay well,

& know that I shall be counting down the days to how & to when,

I will see you here …

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The Solitary Depth of Night

In the solitary depth of night,

as dreams whisper forgotten lies,

memories murmur,
desires nibble,
passions simmer,

between the embers,
of sweetly burnt eyes.

As dawn’s breath cascades,

skimming over the borders of my hapless heart,

my eyes finally surrendering to slumber, peaceful and deep,

leaving me,

to dream of you,

dreaming,  asleep.