Untitled by Checkmate and Lifesmith

Whilst my feminine side blushes…
Rounded flesh, carved skin
Thighs to wet with kisses dried
Smooth coco-butter skin
Soft as velvet, I won’t forget
Fingers find openings
Closed gaps desired more

This is the night of man and woman
Finding frolic on mountainous bosoms
Hiding in the dark of alleys
Fingers making tongue jealous
Tongue makes man’s inner brew
Sensing more than tasting
Tasting more than feeling
Feeling this drunken desire
Staggering in the emotion stirred
By two souls conjoined under the African moon
Swaying together in a primitive lycanthropic dance

Kisses lose meaning
Breasts melt
Welcoming pending eruption
Violent is the love we make
And our bodies tremble as we lose control
With no sense of inhibition

True black,
Becomes shiny as we explode
Bathing our thighs in us
A story to wound even the most abstract thoughts of despair
Our drunken tour ends
Only to begin again
As we drown in a river of lust
And bask in the glory of infatuation
Hands cover thighs tracing skin
With a grip meant to suffocate
Die in our love,
Be reborn at the end of our pleasures
Reliving this fantasy
And escaping reality
Welcome to my world

Blank Pages and No Ink

I trail an inkless pen across fading paper
Hoping for a flood of inspired creativity
I keep my window open, waiting for a gale
Darting eyes to the phone, perhaps the words will call
Or the roof caves in and a line or two will fall
I’ve got my stereo turned down so Beethoven whispers in my ear
But the violin remains cold and the piano will not fold
His rusty cello strings laugh at my frustration
The synchronized orchestra a welcome intrusion
It’s last call at the café and the barista grows impatient
But I’ll sit here resilient because I know that it will come to me
Of this I’m confident

Quixotic Demons

Unclear horizons fade into slippery slopes
Where feathery clouds kiss unknown depths
Once beautiful and fragrant roses
Now baring vulgar thorns,
Stinging nettles tearing at raw flesh
That beating heart, that loud thumping drum
With its awful, woeful rhythm
Don’t slip into its trance
Don’t lose your wings, dear flightless bird
Those wings that flap lifelessly
Drained of all colour, devoid of all strength
A sign of lost glory, more of a burden now
One wish come true, the rest a transparent hope
Of a phoenix rising from ashen emptiness
But it’s not a guarantee, closer to a prayer
Knees scarred with callouses are
A constant reminder of accusing pasts
Spiralling forth into a convicted future
But the chaos is welcome
And the confusion is home
There’s no redemption for the damned

Poet's Passport

Of love for words;
Superfluously ingenious creativity
Intrinsically inspired,
Just a flow of emotion
Oft times a trickle
Sometimes an eruption
Pause…

An eraser perhaps
A new beginning
Non-existent worlds
And unfulfilled dreams
The pleasure of imagination
The lack of a destination
Just a simple outlet
Harmless from the onset
Exhale…

Blank pages and black ink
No need for an audience
It’s not a search for respect
Just Meaningless ramblings
The musings of a madman
But hey
I’ve got my poet’s passport
Relax…

Amnesiac

We become such a caricature of our former selves
When we are so detached from reality
Still sober as a judge, even twice as corrupt
But we lose our innocence
And misplace our conscience
A slow transition into oblivion
Where we conform to society
And lose our identity
Walk straight off the factory line with
Our labels intact…do not hand wash
Now identical entities,
Spitting images of each other
Just for a moment forgetting
Our weaknesses, wickedness and ineptitude
Temporary amnesia,
I’ll get back to you in a minute…

Illogical Conscious

Plastic smiles, worse than a botox injection
Precede that semi hug, just enough to disarm…
And it works like a charm
Spilling emotions and staining my floor
Damn, I’m gonna have to wax that again

Your heart so cold, like
Frozen glaciers and ice cubes
Such a distant demeanour
That forbidden ambiguous attraction
Cloudy with a chance of fornication…
Forecasting regret and disgust
But I’ll still return for another round
I want you, I want you not…I want you gone

The Academy Of Dreaming

I want to be allowed to dream
To lay down in my own imagination
And build a life for me there
I need to be set free
To roam about in my own subconscious
To see a world beyond this reality
That has me subdued and stagnant
Even if just for a minute
Run wild in a world of made up names
And non-existent games
See talking cars and bikes and blimps
And upside-down buildings floating in the sea
But I’m stuck in this reality
Which with all its magnificent beauty
Is still a tad insufficient
Yet even with my head on my pillow
I yearn my escape to freedom
To a world that only I can dream of
How I so wish I hadn’t forgotten to dream.

The Silence of the Sky

This house feels so empty, maybe too large even
Not a home anymore, not a place for family
Those soft echoes…almost too soft to hear
Yet just loud enough so we can’t ignore
Of silent whispers in the walls
And old reflections trapped in the mirrors
A subtle reminder of what was once here
Of who was once here
Babies running around the yard
To the ghastly soundtrack of your old lawnmower
The whole heartedness of our bond
That I was so fast to take for granted
Yet now I can’t, for the life of me
Ignore your penetrating absence
The constant chatter that drove me up the wall
Would now be a symphony to my ears
But there are no babies in the yard anymore
And there’s no you out in the lawn anymore
Just empty rooms and nostalgic pictures
And the lingering loss that will not fade

Blade In The Door

Broken hearts and crushed souls
Lost tears and wishful thinking
So much time spent wishing, missing,
Wondering how and when we got so cold
How we missed the signs
And kept on pushing
A love gone sour
Two souls gone cold and unfeeling
I hurt you and you hurt me
And we walked away two broken people

Selfish

How do I stay and wipe your tears
When I know that they shed for me?
How do I embrace you in my arms
When I know it’s me your heart bleeds for?
That it’s my feet under which your soul was crushed?
But was it so selfish of me
To walk out of a love so sincere
To punish you for daring to love me
And reject a commitment so divine
When all I felt was emptiness
And all I saw was misery
Was it so selfish of me not to reciprocate?
Was it so selfish of me
To put myself first?

Revolutionary Verisimilitude

I see hatred and bigotry masquerading as opinion
I see voiceless people yearning for dominion
Even if it be sour as an onion
Figurative rape by politics, business and religion
The brave ones confined to the recesses of mere thought
Ignorance and pride hiding in plain sight
They've had their women stripped naked and their dignity erased
And their men no different, disillusioned, even more so

I see a people not so much tired as exhausted
But does our anger suffice to redeem our devotion?
To set in place our plans and our unspoken mission?
Put aside our regrets and get our thoughts in motion?
And no, this is not about your personal political notions
This is about what we stand for, what we believe in
What makes us so human
Even you, with your heart two sizes too small

I don’t want to go back to the simpler times
When bread was cheap and water was free
I want to move forward to a time when we can be
When success and savvy’s for you and me
If tomorrow comes and I don’t need to explain myself
And I’m free to express myself
Then I shall know that we were tired
That we were exhausted
And our anger was sufficient

Lyrics of The Heart

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through
I’ve been up all night, staring at you
See, I love this place
But you never said that it would be this hard
I take a picture of this perfect place
And memories consume, like opening the wound
I know I can’t take one more step toward you
Because easy come easy go, that’s just how you live
Still, I’m so glad you made time to see me
While heaven bent to take my hand and lead me through the fire
Because when you love someone they become your life
So let me hold you for the last time
Cos though forever can never be long enough for me
I’ve stayed in one place for too long


(Collide, Paperweight, Little House, Call Your Name, All The Right Reasons, Breaking the Habit,
Jar of Hearts, Grenade, Back to December, Fallen, Butterfly, Broken Strings, Marry Me, Brand New Day)