Errant Blood

Hallowe’en theme. Gotta go with the flow. 😉

 

 

Errant blood

Flows,

Arterial currents

Streaming,

Gushing,

Surging

To relief.

Death

Urges,

Pronounces,

Decrees,

Proclaims

Such

Dire unbelief.

Love fakes,

Defiles,

Scorches.

Souls

Cindered.

Death,

A sterling thief.

Life’s Breath

Thought I might try a darker mood leading up to Hallowe’en. Cushions to the ready. What? You never hid behind a cushion at Hammer House of Horror? You haven’t lived!

 

Grasped around

My throat,

These fingers taut.

Air received,

Reduced

To all but naught.

Sparkling lights

Illumine

Endless dark.

Squeeze some more.

End

This vital spark.

Procrastination

Speak

Words of comfort,

Think

Before beginning

Or ending.

Enlist

Deepest thoughts

And heart’s belief.

 

Imagine

Loss so great.

No time

To repent

Words

And actions.

Regret

To grief.

 

Now.

Not later

Or tomorrow.

Time slips

Away.

Opportunities

Lost,

To this thief.

Love – A Definition

Love conquers

Loneliness,

Two become one.

Love conquers

Fear and heartache

For some.

Love conquers

Battles that rage

In each heart.

Love conquers

Hurts, betrayed

Far apart.

 

Love is

A mystery

Uncovered, united.

Love is

Supportive to

Spirits divided.

Love is

A wonder

To gaze on in awe.

Love is

The reason

We looked and we saw.

 

Love begins

When two hearts

Collide.

Love begins

When two souls

Confide.

Love begins

To show

A new way.

Love begins

Each dawn

Of new day.

 

Love suffers

Heartache when

Death plays its hand.

Love suffers

Fools, too proud

Or too grand.

Love suffers

For others and

Wishes them best.

Love suffers

Keenly at

Passing regrets.

 

Love is

The answer,

All questions it seeks.

Love is

Solution,

Each day and all weeks.

Love is

A gift

Bestowed from the source.

Love is

All beauty,

Revealed, of course.

A Jungled Scream

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Forests scream in agony.

Roots cry into the earth.

Quivering limbs,

Deathly throes,

Life

Perished,

Petrified,

Before it grows.

18

Trapped.

This burning flame

Of man’s

Desire

Consumes

By greed.

This jungled world,

Power sets on fire.

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Disclaimer!  (These photos are the copyright of others’ but unknown to me. Some are from national newspapers and others from private individuals. I will gladly allocate credit if claimed.)

With thanks to Mark’s Gallery for these pictures he posted, depicting bush fires currently rampant in Australia. He kindly obliged with photos of Fire after I had joked that I was going to write poems working my way through all the elements, having done some on Air and Water. These pictures, although of actual events, elicited in me an entirely different sort of response. My apologies if some of them are depressing! But some of them are loving and sensual. So a good balance I would say, eh?

Missing You

Missing you

In desert lands

Bereft of growth.

 

Barren waste

And emptiness.

This most.

 

Missing you.

A great divide

Between

 

Actions, words

Personified

To mean.

 

Missing you.

Starless sky

Beheld

 

 

Moon disappeared,

Unlit orb.

It fell.

 

Missing you

In dreamless days

But sleep

 

In dreams

Of love,

Fantasies may weep.

 

Missing you.

Serenity

Escapes.

 

Patient

Understanding

Gently waits.

 

Missing you,

Just missing

All you are

 

Empty sky

Depicts

Only one star

 

Falling into

Space,

It finds me here.

Missing you.

All love lost,

I fear.

Preservation

Preserve yourself.

That’s getting old,

While frozen in the young.

Sugared,

Salted,

Pickled.

That’s how it’s usually done.

 

Preserve yourself.

Don’t feel the pain

Or learn to love once more.

Smoked,

Hermetically

Sealed.

You’re fine. You won’t feel sore.

 

Preserve yourself.

Enjoy surcease

From all life’s pain and pleasure.

Comatosed

Or

Dead to heart.

That’s how, preservation, we measure.

 

Preserve yourself.

Be by yourself.

Be heart whole and simply free.

Mummified

Or

Desiccated.

You’ll live. Restricted you will be.

 

Preserve yourself.

Preserve your soul,

Your mind, your liberty.

Awake,

Arise

And fantasise

Of all that you could be.

 

Preserve yourself.

Preserve the whole.

Feel and know your worth.

Life,

It comes

With joy and pain.

From all, there is rebirth.

Endless Night

‘Sleep,’ he strokes,

And satin cloak

Slides

Softly on my skin.

‘Deep,’ he moans,

‘Deep sleep,’ intones.

Drifting out and in,

Of slumber

Where, no nightmares

Dwell,

But teeth

Nip hard

And pierce

And tell

Of wanton kiss

Revoking life,

Mesmerised

By sharpened knife of

Incisors’ bitten bond.

‘Awake, my love,’

And shake the dream

From eyes

Of scarlet hue.

‘Come, my self,

Come fly with me,

Where others

Are awaiting you.’

Arise and weep,

An endless sleep,

Haunting still

The night.

Twin piercings

Shy from

Others’ eye,

Shunning morning’s light.

A twilight world

Of bloodied

Gasp,

Pallid hands,

A virginal clasp,

Flash of

Red tipped white.

Oliana, I hope you sleep tonight. http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2013/08/26/dawn-has-passed/

Simon, other reasons for red eyes. http://isimonfiction.wordpress.com/

 

Hopeless

In churchyard ground,

The body found,

Sacred, thus profaned.

 

Life sacrosanct,

But not intact,

Mercy, all but waned,

 

But, corpse full-clothed,

No piece disrobed,

Questions need explained.

 

 Faithless heart,

A love departs,

Vows are unmaintained.

 

Love has died,

A suicide.

Hope was unsustained.