no blue monday for you

no blue monday for you

when tears moisten your eyes
and the horizons seem leaden
weighed down by grey skies

when
everyone
everything

suffocates
and life seems like a sad circus
a comical convergence of fates

may you always
always

pause …
to
remember …

that
you are human too

and
that
you feel

deep in your marrow
your entire being through

the sting of griefs fire
and
the ache of unquenched desire

felt
deep

felt true
within you

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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for Pete, Huddie, & for Woody

talkin’ self-loathing blues …

I’ve been walking,
and a-talkin’

ramblin’ & rollin’

through deserted streets flowing with tears

down cobwebbed alleyways reeking of fears

just a-yakkin’ and a-scribblin’ these paltry rhymes

no absolution on sale at this carousel of blood-soaked crimes

just a-screamin’ that my tongue is fractured, broken

penitence perhaps for splintered words spoken

yes just ramblin’ along,

at ease at last

free of the shackles that bind my heart

crawlin’ on stage,
fatigued by this, my well-rehearsed part

dismissing clouds of promise

shredding whispered iloveyous

burning yesteryears struggles

denying my past as nonsensical farce

caught in a rat-trap
the walls closin’ in

tossin’ what’s left of me into fates’ dustbin

talkin’ too much as ever,

scribbling meagre rhymes to quell the mania

flowin’ in my veins like noxious poison

ramblin’ & a-rollin’ along

a doleful dirge for the paths I have chosen

shattering to pieces emotions frigid and a-frozen

just a-trippin’ through this circus parade,

seeking nothing much

‘cept the shelter of the shade

yet the paths wind
casting me adrift

on an ocean of tears
alone and at sea

squinting through blinded eyes that no longer can see

the pain etched on my own face

a wretched immigrant never knowing its place

so I keep ramblin’ and a-rollin’ along

bleeding out from a million cuts

always on the outside lookin’ in

while they dance and drink and cackle and fuck

leaving me to wallow

mired in the muck

so I ramble and roll and stagger through

discarding sentiments that once burned so true

suckling on apathy under skies of plastic blue

squinting through a foggy blur

life sprints past jabbing and a-pokin’

its parting words a venomous slur

whispered in a  sickly sweet cacophonous murmur

I stand alone

a vacuum now fickle
and
hollow

yet

I ramble and roll

searching for a sliver of a moment without desolation

without sorrow

and

as I stagger along as I ramble and follow

the one constant

hope

hope

H O P E

hope for a less savage tomorrow …

(for Pete, Huddie, Woody)

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Tears that Drown

why do tears fall
like rain,

slashing, flogging
splintered faces,

drowning in pain

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untitled …

fattened tears drip
like rain

drizzling
eyes moist with pain

beyond today
after yesterday

scampering
as
dreams like rain

skip
hop

only to disappear

down destinys’ drain

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muddled morning musings …

        
                        on flimsy whims,
              under tepid prodding,

the heart bleeds,

                               its blood-like tears

          dripping,
         
           soaked up by the waiting earth

the solitude of night …

Night gathers the shards of my splintering heart,

mending fractures.

Ever mindful,
knowing,

that tomorrow may shred it all apart …

Seeing | looking | feeling | knowing – A Scribble

seeing | looking | feeling | knowing …

seeing,
through fading eyes,

looking,
yet unable to see,

feeling,
suffocating fears,

knowing,
these are not to be the last of the tears …

Dreams like Acid Rain …

slithering down the drain,

knots of bygone pain,

emotions disposed off,

to slip away,

like dreams of yesteryear,

washed – up,
wasted,

tracing vanished suns,

tasting like bitter,
acid rain …

Wasted Moments …

squandering moments,

precious, few,

lost in the twisting maze,

work,
play,
consume,

walk around in a inured daze …

while,

by the by,

life’s moments sit idly by the wayside,

tiring of the inertia,

yearning to flap their unclipped wings,

into the soaring sky,

and …

liberated at last,

simply fly …