A Taster
Over the past several months or so, you’ve
all seen the odd item here and there, where I’ve let you know about certain
poems that have been accepted for inclusion in various magazines.
Now that they have started to be published,
I thought I’d share some of those works, so you can get a little taster of what
my mind is all about.
Many of them are theme based, and that is reflected by their tone.
And be warned. The last item has strong
language. So watch out for the weird and wonderful.
Faith – (Screech Owl)
Forgotten paths once
trodden,
Neglected by this
modern world...
And scoffed at.
But the lodestone of my
heart pulls me,
Urging me to discard
the new and reclaim the old.
So I take a leap of
faith
Reborn...
And am lost in the
right direction.
©
Crush – (Screech Owl)
The oppressive weight
Of knowing nothing will
ever change,
Surrounds me.
Trapped within
Invisible bands of
restrictive constriction,
I am squeezed...
Until there’s nowhere
left to breathe.
©
Breath – (Screech Owl)
Bathed in starlight
I stand.
My consciousness,
released.
Free of the burden of
restraint,
I run.
The inner theater of my
mind drops the curtain-call
Of self-indulgent,
self-righteous pity,
And I soar.
I’ve cast off the
shroud that blinded me to truth,
Released the tourniquet
Strangling the flow of
mystic possibilities,
Now I think.
My altered state dares
the current of the Styx,
The river of the shadow
of all my doubts...
And I am released.
I taste the bitter
frigidity of the firestorm,
Drink the sands of the
cruelest tempest,
Bathe in the fragrance
of the bitter cyclone,
And I surrender to the
power deep within.
I’ve let go of the
stagnant void stifling me,
And for the first time
in my life...
I can actually breathe.
©
Silence is Golden – (Muse-Pie
Press/Shot Glass Journal)
If silence is golden,
Then how can we ever
calculate the value,
Of a word spoken at the
right time?
Or that act of
compassion,
That changes someone’s
life for the better?
©
The Future is Crayon – (Penny Ante Feud – Shoe Music
Press)
Adult Content
That’s me.
The one sat in the
corner, writing on your wall and eating crayons.
Yeah,
Now you know why my
language is so colourful,
Asshole!
You smother my
creativity in the straightjacket of brain-vomit,
Spewed from the gaping
holes of the masses,
And have the gall to
imagine
That I’d put on your
rose-tinted spectacles,
And give you a
High-Five?
I’ll give you five
alright.
In fact, they come in
pairs called Left and Right.
Here, enjoy them both,
Bam! Bam!
You look so much better
without your teeth,
Fucker!
Did you honestly think
You could stamp my
passport to the land of the bland,
And sneak my
bleached-out mind through customs?
“Have you anything to
declare, Sir,”
Hell yes!
I’m stuck on six
o’clock,
And I’m already late
for my own tea party.
But what do you care?
Medicated, I’m about as
spontaneous as a cliff and as subtle as a nail-gun.
So, do me a favor,
Get down off my camel,
Stuff your hand down
your throat,
Grab your nuts, and
pull hard!
Please, turn yourself
inside out.
I could do with a
laugh.
Better still,
Give me a blunt knife
and I’ll cut them off for you.
©
There you go. I hope you enjoyed this little taster. If you want to find out more, take a look in the links to the right of this blog for more a wider selection of poetry or fiction from Pagan Writers Press & Ishtar Press.
See you next time
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