lines
A lifetime of lines
And a whirlwind of words
Spun together in time
The true and absurd.
Rhythm for heartbeat,
Words for a dance,
Ink for blood.
A dweller of chance
Unfulfilled and possible dreams
Wrapped around until
Finally it seems
To be impenetrable.
Words spin from page,
A dance and a trance,
Enrapturing those
Who hadn’t the chance
To run.
Or chose not to.
What am I now
But a lifetime of lies
Illusion and dream,
Hopes and the skies?
Are any of us else?
As we dance to the sound
Of the rhythm of stars
And the beat of the ground.
I call myself ‘worddancer’
‘inked-one’ and ‘shiner’
And say the names as if
They’re somehow a decider
Of me being different to everyone else
Instead of a dancer,
Or a toy on a shelf.
I say all this not
To make you see me
As something other
Than that which I be.
Gratification is not
My aim on this night,
As I sit in the dark
Beneath a solitary white light.
I wish only to show
One this night among many
Just what I mean when
I say I haven’t any
Clue what will happen
To me or these others
Dangers abound
To my lover of lovers.
A curious thing is the human heart,
So strong and so vulnerable
So ignorant
So smart.
It seems to control,
More than the mind,
The actions that lead
Like the blind and the blind.
I have no real reason
For writing this now
No great point to make
No wondering how
Just thinking in verse
‘Rambling’ I could say
As this night turns inexorably
Into the day.
I know i’m in love
That much is clear.
I’ve no doubt on that
But which way to steer?
A hound from the past
Haunts me again
But no cave to be discovered
By holmes and his men.
Its my own mind that haunts me
And a personified devil,
That’s found in my heart,
Dapper, dishevelled.
I fear her love,
And mine for her,
I fear i’m misleading
And stealing from her.
My rhymes are all wasted
Word-bullets all spent
Lines exhausted
Last orders long sent.
I know not what to do
My control is lost
Im caught in a dream web
But at what cost?
She says she loves me,
How am I to know?
How is she for that matter
No matter how I show.
What do you say
When you don’t kow your heart?
You’re your own worst enemy
Where do you start.
No battle to fight
No war to be won
Ink devil is laughing
The games just begun
The chase and the catcher,
the game and the web,
the Star and the Faerie,
the Love and the Dread.
I’d give it all
For one taste of her hair,
The smell of her skin
And her laugh on the air.
But have I the right
To wait for her here?
While she waits still there
With salt-loving tear?
I don’t know the answer
I pray that I find
An answer in night
And poetry of kind.
This paper I’ll burn,
By keep hard copy
One night’s musings
Un-tempered and sloppy
Yes this page I will keep
For the time when i know
What to keep secret
And how
My heart
To show.
