Burning feathers

What scrapes at the inside of this skull?
Trying to break free from mirroring misery.
A bird trapped, or a candle with no flame.
Fighting against something that isn’t there.
Inside these reflections, dwells a silent creature.
Bound in feathers, but fearing flight.
Waiting to breathe, to fly and ignite.

Wicker man

What remains?
Human or emotional?
Like ghosts, they’re all surrounding me; sitting on my shoulder.
Pouring water and words into my head.
Sitting back and watching the sky bleed.
It’s a shame you grow up. A pity you learn to forget me.
This voice, so quiet and inaccurate, picking at my bones.
Causing havoc and happiness.
All happenstance?
Resurrecting the druids within me. Sweet pagan thoughts.
You swing on the gate to my heart, walking muddy shoes across my soul.
Planting monkey trees and memories in my mind.
Puzzling in this post-imaginative plantation.
Travelling with you, hand in hand to the cliff edge.
The red sky opens up as you whisper you miss me.
Ghost in my hand, spirits in my soul again.
Swallowing the sun forever.
Holding the torch up for you again, threatening to burn eternally.
My incomplete heart.
My Incandescent wicker man.

Set it all on fire

From the upcoming book ‘Drifting in and out sleep’

I threw away the key to my apartment, you kept yours; that’s fine.
They tell me every day it’s 2015. Do you realise that makes me nearly 33?
How do you stay sane, when all around you I push pins of chaos into your soul?
What if I were to leave, what if I were to stay?
What happened to that money that I gave to the homeless man at the station the other day. The one who told me the world was about to end.
If only he knew, for me it already has.
I’m putting all these things into a box, lifting the rug and pulling out old dusty forgotten pieces.
The smoke will get into your eyes as the box burns.
Old bits of flesh of a life and a heart too broken and now no longer needed.
You ask me who I am now, I tell you I’m the same person I was before.
You tell me who you think I am. That’s not the person you’ve been dealing with.
Someone true.
Burn this room, it’s got too many memories.

Take down the scarecrows

I Stepped into a life, jumped into a lake.
It was deeper than a grave, full of love that was fake.
What did you come for, why did you need me?
Your fingers are freezing, like the snow in your heart.
I know it’s ephemeral, crystal and temporal.
My soul is a fire, so watch how I burn.
I opened those windows to feel how the wind blows.
You’re sure there’s a new scent of spring in the air.
I know it sounds funny, that I am still running.
I left you behind me, now better alone.

Galvanised heart

The weight of your love is crushing me.
This feeling inside, crying for recognition. Burning to be noticed.
My heart speaks when it’s spoken to, flicking words and lust into your cosmos.
I telescope in to view you up close. A solitary star with a black hole heart.
I get pulled under in its undertow.
Sweet words and love I pray for, I kneel down and beg for.
Yet I come up empty. Disheartened and dejected I shuffle into practicalities. Concern by default.
Kiss me with those lips and whisper in my ear what your heart truly desires.
Let me in, or let me be. Cover the lies of fineable with something more meaty, Dripping in rawness.
Love runs through your veins, up to your galvanised heart.
Who wants to light the room with just sparks? Who can warm themselves on just embers?
Burn me if it lights the fire.
Let my heart explode as it is beginning to burn out, like you knew it would In the end.
“Keep with me” you whisper on the wind. “Keep with me”.
The blood seeps into the void, illuminating a life I will never know.
Come see me there, the one you love.
“Keep with me”