AT THE MERCY.....

It is sad to see youth ravaged by time
and a mind lost to the world
and to itself.
We are at the mercy of gravity
which pulls us forever downward
closer to the soil that will feed
on the flesh which defines us
as the winds tear at the earth.

There will soon be nothing
left of me
for no seed will follow.
I will exist for a time in memory
and the part of me
that still lives
will find another way.

Woman trudging through the room
carting duster, mop and broom.
Cleaning, scrubbing, seeming homely,
no-one knowing she is lonely

Spuds unpeeled on the sink,
waiting silent as she drinks.
Music playing far away,
hoping for a better day.

Dreaded knocking at the door,
calling out, who knows what for.
Nothing left to do but weep,
drifting sometimes into sleep.

Dogs are barking, neighbours whining,
so many loads of washing, ironing.
Back fence gossip, a cup of tea,
moaning always, no time free.

the rain entertains falling uncaring
the anarchy of eyes
troika of Loves
in decades torrential
decadent

what do I want
I want to get hard
I want to get wasted
I want to refrain from
this terrible mess
create a crash
in my head

nothing stirs
but the rain
my crocodile channels
where I slither and
swerve
inhaling the night
and sensing
age
and time
and defiance
and deliverance
like a deaf explosion
of brilliant memories

savaged a brutal storm
hurled with lightnin' the
cold scald of tears and
pain

a coat of plenty shabby
and thin
like a battered old heart
on a sleeve
made ot tin

hope parade on the main
street
down the shade
where the grass grows
this route is sweet
more stable
garages and garbage
tags like spells
fable

High up in the sky
I am born.
Misty convections of humidity,
The womb in which I formed.
Pressure changes squeeze and push,
Heralding my birth.
Then the moment!
I am falling into the world
Full of cold light and the rumble
Of my mother’s screams.
Down
Down
Down
I fall.
Living my life in the span
Of a moment.
Splat!
My body bursts
Wetly apart on the hard earth.
My life ebbs into a larger body,
Nourishing and cooling.
Down on the ground,
I die.

Pietrus stood in the arena, facing the northern giant
his sword has fallen, his shield was broken into two
but his will ,the unbreakable steel, remained defiant
as he spat out poisoned blood that had turned blue.

Drums were beaten,the crowd roared in excitement.
Twice, the great Pietrus had proven his prowess,
when he dodged the deadly blows of the mortal demon
who had slain so many mighty gladiators.

I'm as done
as burnt ribs on a grill
forgotten under the sun
in love and war no one wins.

When an idiot tries to break you,
attempts to crush your spirit,
tells you you're no good
under the moon or sun, hold fast.

If you're broken under the hood,
feel unimportant in life,
know you're doing your best
though imperfectly, stay true to you.

An idiot who acts bipolar, spread lies
needs to be struck by lightening
then hung from a tree
by that lying, forked tongue.

While liquid emotions thicken into chilly icicles
imprisoned within a brittle psyche
the longing draws your warmth
caressing a promise
of thy lips sipping my nectar

in that overwhelming moment
enveloped by your cozy warmth
tears roll down to greet you
drenching my cheeks
your touch turns them
into dew