Tag Archives: soul

grit

Smile dirty smile

pungent ash breath

smoke it in and cough it out

he splutters to the ground

his eyes hoarse and gills ripped open

he holds on but I cut off his grip

his thighs tighten as he trawls himself up

looking at me with regret

anger

he spits at me and grinds his teeth

exhales again and inhales death


colour of your face

I always wonder why people are rich

That they can fill their belly with rotten pride

That their eyes are always on the prize

That they see wealth in the skies

I hate them money folk

They play in mind repulsion

Not because I don’t have what they own

But because fickle is a word they do not know

soar

his life is but a trolley of succession

he keeps moving but his heart stays behind

he closes his eyes and lies back into the seat

soaring through the aisles

his head in a daze

a woven rapture paints across his gaze

smiles and lights

a barge of bluey greens

screaming he cries out for more

joy penetrates his being

his soul amplifies

and he just flies


i do not surrender

when you tell me that you feel me sliding down by your side

I do not surrender, that’s me accepting that this is you.

I’m sliding away, head first crashing into the waves.

See the only way to be free of you, is by being free from this vessel.

Shame is my body that lay with you, pretending I wasn’t hurting

when I was throbbing inside.

When you tell me that you feel me sliding down by your side

that’s you pushing my head firm against the ocean

and that’s my soul letting go.


amen

in the writhing cold where I set my flame

the howls slide inside me whispering through my body

the spirit slipping sturdily down the spine

the ghost of a memory

wet, crying with pain

foraging for the lost soul

mourning the loss of empty vessels

Amen


Fry

frozen

frozen beside me

inside me nothing crawls

but strangled thoughts and blazed feelings

the ice feels alive

trickling strong down my sides

lighting my flesh on fire

shrieking, hollering, shooting

stains of abhorrent love

be seeded by blinded hate

masked by the lust that wraps us

gorge and feed your soul

for it hath no decency


lick

Write for me

Write for me again

Like dried lyrics

Circling the walls

Spitting led against the surface

Splintering holes

graphic edges

to be seen and read

to hear and to be felt

smudge your fingers

slide down these brackets

let me taste your words