target

knife found its wred-rose-womanay into
guilty skin to paint
one more fine blood line

not allowed
to draw
breath
live

without fear

you still cut your way into art
grieve for the children
hope for nothing

but a door that will not give
at the first fist crush

Lost

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Dancing in the car park, I’d have liked that,
music balanced on the car hood.
You and I working out how to move each other
slowly, one step at a time, without pain.

Watching meteors power through night sky,
I’d have liked that too; sparks and destiny
crashing in the frightening void, me
curled into your shoulder, everything and nothing.

I was quiet and you could not hear my thought
or count my heart’s pulse; could not feel
my desire to kiss a falling star    you
and share a precious waltz in time’s chaos.

 

voiced: http://forgetmenow.podbean.com/e/lost/

i’m struggling with free recording stuff .. there’s a glitch here but did my head in uploading never mind re-recording!

 

summer song

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Easy to attract kind-less control, swallow it
for healing later. He asks if I could drop
the poetry, emotion, joy and soul
that compel me to drive storms, make
love in stars and smile at random
black holes trying to be bright. Lighten up,

I reply through clouds and fuzzy dreams.
My beat’s a crazy crow in a quantum heart;
I absorb sunlight intravenously, dance
in the car park to a rhythm that defies you
every time. By the way, that’s my flame
melting your achilles’ grip to ironic dust.

 

 

voiced : http://forgetmenow.podbean.com/e/summer-song/

 

delete

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art: Pino

If anyone should look for you on my phone for emergency,
blackmail or the paparazzi, there would be no trace
but for a random number which you could always say was
some weird mistake because, for sure, you never knew me.

I deleted everything. It was stupid, thinking that you meant
for me to hold your words, thoughts or, goddess
be amazed, feelings. So my phone is empty of our contact.
The rest will take a bit more precious time but I’m sick

of being someone’s secret and I’m gone, never was kept
more than seconds on your soul or memory card.
Yet, for a while, I dallied in your palm and felt happy, safe.

quest-ion

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Waiting for a word from you – city tyres spin,
tread shining magic into rainy roads.
Sensing a storm horses scream on the moor,
churn dark earth toward clouds, gathering
freedom can get furious.

I want to love you – but it seems cannot –
when the smoke clears, will you still be here?

*yes, linked to previous poem ..

swan song

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photo: Lars van de Goor

At night a heavy rush of wings
over the deep lake disturbs everything.

I long to touch you but cannot
temper my approach, a complex desire,

crazy to break through
your glossy surface, blurred with gravity.

in awe

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art : Pinot

a collision force rushing towards impact
I crash through fleshy walls, climb into space
and disappear until the sun explodes
blind           crazy             dreams of sanity;

your hand is calm and steady        creates

thunder in my ocean pulse ready to go wild
and fall, complete and heavy, curving into glassy sand.

your logic’s beautiful to my windswept soul
though I fight it sometimes,  just to know more of you.