My pages burn in an iron plate
on the wooden table
in our September hotel.
Carpet’s soaked with beer that we spilled
and I couldn’t care less about the mess.
And you spoil me, dear –
Breakfast in bed but we’ve got nothing
The smell of smoke is still in my hair
since last night’s dirty deeds,
and I don’t know what’s coming next.
I told you to wake me up
when it was over.
But it was never over
we just grew older.
We had wine when we dined,
we were classy refugees.
Your chest sheltered my cold legs
as I wrapped them around
we could be.
And I sheltered you from the outside world
because I knew it was hurting you so.
Then we lay on the floor, low
and we went with that old familiar flow.
And in the morning I knew what I had to do,
you were leaving and I couldn’t cope.
My place was here and I opened up a beer
just to throw it at the wall
looking for hope.
So it spilled on the carpet,
you came to me in a blanket.
I asked you to take my breath
and wrap it around my neck,
perhaps I need a sanity check.
And you did it, we were both into deep,
when it was finally over we couldn’t sleep.
I pulled myself out of the sheets
and left the room
and left you the keys.
I heard the truth was different from what I know
I heard you laughing as did Romeo
But then, again, there is a dirty flow
in which you roll
and all your sides
enrapture all the vile vibes
but you do not divide
But I won’t try
to get you out
because I tried once
and it suck me down
and more – you sold me out
you sold me down the river
and it was for months that I shivered
I am in debt
for I preferred your cigarettes
to other more vigorous assets .
It comes in portions, potions for the tired brain.
I dig my hands and toes in the current,
trying to maintain.
And I fix myself another drink
to avoid the pictures behind my eyes when I blink.
And I’ll have to cover all the white sheets with men and ink –
to prove my capacity to not and to think.
Your scenes have blackened my eyes
And I only live to acquire another vice.
And all the sad songs are lullabies
And all the memories are morning cries.
And it was never part of the plan
to be more far away than
a plane drifting to an unknown land.
So, my first poetry collection is coming to life. This is for all the sufferings and calamities of personality that I have seen for my 20 years on our beloved Planet Earth.
It is available to purchase from Janus Publishing website, I attach the link below. I also want to thank endlessly Janus for the patience and help.
The collection will appear on amazon on the 24th of August.
If you find my words compelling, let your attention stay fit. I am preparing a second collection in those unfair times of ours.
Maybe someday we could take
and I could show you this love of mine.
And you could use your words
and nothing would leave us blind.
We’ll run on the pavement of clouds,
and lowly we’ll leave our doubts.
And nothing will fool us false.
I want to forever be close.
But the droplets still leave tracks
on our faces,
This ground is cold and so faithless.
My love – it crumbles and shakes in.
The eyes are not fooling,
now face it.
We walk in the puddles of loss,
Highly regarded as fading.
And all that we love is of now changing.
Directions are flowing, don’t blame me.
Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline.
A fitting representation of this soul as one.
It’s truly a stasis.
Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing.
The doors are closing now, run to the window.
I’ll catch you down, and sell you for what’s finally `clear`.
I am a changing clarity,
but I cannot be pure as sanity.
Wave in me,
out of the everyday scrutiny.
Somewhere where the shores are endless,
where actions cannot be helpless.
it pours in my veins.
It’s ripping me.
But I cannot get over your dignity.
I’m below the lowest I can get.
A water that shares too many seas. A sea that shares too many shores.
I deal with words
a paradise of lust.
Where nothing but trust
could redeem you as just.
It’s all about words
Nothing is simpler
and I just want that keeper,
another mind tricker.