Shining Silver Friend

Nervous breakdown? I’m unremarkably placid But I am broken down So many pieces lost in calamity A bloody breadcrumb trail Made from shards of my soul A being less than whole Squandered in violence, lies and tragedy Fathomless I can feel the heat Of where it all started Established in hell Endured in the inferno……

Where Did You Go – Spoken

The wonderful Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless was kind enough to record my poem. Thank you Christine, it’s beautiful! https://soundcloud.com/christine-ray-464639061/where-did-you-go

Where Did You Go?

For me,  Christine and Dom Where did you go? Little one With your smile as big as the sun When did running Change from game to survival When did hide and seek Become staying hidden You were always first in line Brave and limitless Shouting from the top of the pines Who hurt you? Little……

Butterfly

I can’t be A productive member Of society When I can’t even follow My own thoughts Because You and You You threw me to the ground Mixed with dust and detritus Existing on Layers of dirt and sand Turned to rocky crag Abandoned baby Feral soul Wild thing Tourist Don the illusory garb Hide in the……

Redemption

One and one make two Those were the days And nights of drinks and danger Intoxicated inspired in-love Speeding streets screaming sheets Façade fading fast and furious Sadist seeping into safe sanctuary Invisible invasive insanity intrudes Secretly sucking my breath Pull the blinds blinding witness to you Damning destruction of devotion Desire domination devoid Of……

Walk Away

~Walk away~ Straight ahead Do not sway Toddler tantrums From old men Who complain they Have it worse ~Walk away~ Head pounding Begging to burst Pause for an instant Long enough For dust to settle On my feet In my nose Better than stench Of his rotting soul ~Walk away~ You call my name Begging……

And so it is Written

Faith and certainty are lost on me at the very least Omission, fate, befuddlement, hate Guarantee designation of a sad lot Sacrificing me to scathing beasts That is you and all that belong in your crew Enough scars to bulge bookbinding Tears wash and warp paper This is not a work of fiction I tell……