Poetry Corner: Only Torment Can Fly

No demon today, the well is dry

Nothing but the anguish of an empty cry

Barren where only torment can fly

 

The angels they left, the devil cares no more

Death stares you down, the coward evermore

Only fear and terror take flight to soar

 

No shelter, no warm place of comfort and rest

No warrior, you failed life’s simplest test

Look closely at the misery of your very best

 

No place at Valhalla’s table, no ride in Elysium’s fields

There is no room for me in my Fathers’ house,

No echo in eternity, no final journey fallen on my shield

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Poetry Corner: Migraine

Tears escape, torn up inside

Nothing right, scared to die

 

Too much everything becomes the pain I feel

The light, the sound they hurt so very much

Like a sledge hammer even the lightest touch

 

No such thing as silence, there is no rest

I hear in colour, the sheets like sandpaper at best

I want to sleep, the shadows terrify heart

My days and nights, my conscious drifting apart

 

The sea and darkness surround my art and thought

I would drift or drown, I have forgotten how to even fail

I have no idea about what it is that will prevail

It is dark, I’m lost, drifting to who knows where

Don’t destroy those who dare to be close and care

Poetry Corner: Monday Does Not Care

The morning our beautiful mistress, our most heartless master,

Beckons us to our dream,

Cares not of triumph nor disaster.

 

The sun rises and sets indifferent to them all,

The dust it gathers before even the first night has come to fall.

Agony and joy, the cheers, imposters call.

 

It never cared about the journey,

Time never cared about the battle,

Time has on carried regardless, it never cared at all.

Poetry Corner: Clock of Time

I’m not sure I asked,

It happened anyway, you said I did,

It’s all my fault,

It always is.

 

An earned reward, that consequence

I knew better,

You said I did,

I always do.

 

I gave up knowing,

Not even the same is safe

Breathing daring,

I know I should.

 

You would think

In the years that passed
I would have forgotten

I thought I would.

 

People promised time

Would be a healer

That the pain would fade

I guess I never learned.

 

You try to change

And think in different ways

You trust again
I am stupid, the story stays the same.

 

The clock it ticks

Tocks of hurts inside
A fading frame
I say ok when I hear my name

Poetry Corner – The Real Me

Sometimes you forget
Sometimes you believe
Sometimes you don’t pretend
You are not who you are
Not make believe or fantasy

You believe the empty words
The things they say because they should
Because they should be kind
They are the encouraging sort

Some days I forget they expect me to fail
Some days I believe their belief is real
Some days I am not pretending, it’s not an act

But then I see what is real
And I carry on, no big deal

Poetry Corner: Pawns and Knights

No greeting required, no words necessary

Oldest of friends the bitterest of foes

The score in scars for eternity kept

 

Ebb and flow of battles won, casualties only one

Silent darkness of plain sight, day into night

Peaceful waging our deathly war

 

Not my pet, nor walking companion

A Ronin silent into my consciousness flows

Once more we come to blows

 

Perhaps we can earn our rest as old men

Sit together with pawns and knights

Where once we had our mortal fight

 

That is not today, not for now

Hide our hurts and conceal our pain

Eyes of blood, we meet again

Write 

Don’t write for redemption,
Don’t write for regret
Don’t write for the bitterness
Or tears you haven’t wept

Don’t write for emotion
Don’t write for applause
Don’t write for adulation
That you haven’t had yet

Maybe write for mediation
Maybe write for contemplation
Maybe write for the therapist
Imprisoned in your head

Write elegantly the words
Write triumphantly to proclaim
Write for the abyss
That extinguished your flame

Poetry Corner: The Captain and Jack

The Captain and Jack are gone

Cheaper, rougher whores are what it takes

The mixer shrinks and the ice it melts

The fog no longer dims the lights

 

The empty bottles of my dynasty,

Recycled like my stories of glory days

The bitter taste of regret

Diluted with bourbon or rum till I forget

 

My hand it shakes, my gait unsteady

No longer call it pain, useless cliché

Existence once called life

Time and tide fading away

 

Another day, and breath I steal

Each one I take I cannot return

No redemption for wages earned

Sleep no friend or welcome rest

 

 

Poetry Corner: Hurt

Its all too much today, the hurt, saying it’s okay

Take it away, take it away

I am tired, and I don’t know what to say

Take it away, take it away

Tired of pretending, it’s not okay

Take it away, take it away

Words, thoughts, nothing to say

Take it away, take it away

It is my all, everything, every day

Take it away, take it away

I don’t care how, please do it today

Take it away, just take it away.

Poetry Corner: Rain

Plans are ruined, the day is spoiled

My work, labour and ceaseless toil

For this one day, to live, breathe outside

Promises as if snatched from a child

 

Tapping like torture on the glass

Looking, hoping praying you’ll pass

Relentless, ceaseless soggy legacy

A week I’ll wait, wait to see

 

So it rains, today, no great unknown

Could have been great, not inside alone

Adventure or solace, spirit set free

Imprisoned left to rot, just me