You know who you are

Beneath the trouble and the trauma.
Where the spirits of all you ever wanted to be do dwell.
Lies heavy opportunity.
Have you seen?
Did you know?
There is a chance for you and me.
Those dreams wrapped in gold and cotton cloth.
Rubbed on the chest of righteous men who wore such burden.
They unhooked the stars for us.
Gave blood, and lied for us.
Passed on into the void but left such light.
Lay down on the ground. Listen to the earth sigh.
Catch moments and dragonflies.
Roll this word on your tongue till it melts.
‘NOW’
Take down the black night and roll up the misery.
Trap the sadness in the frozen ice below.
We are yet to begin (and I know).
I know you want the same.
Close your eyes and start to believe.
Sugar sweet belief.

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The Pumpkin man

Every year, when the leaves turn brown.
The pumpkin man, comes to town.
He straddles confidently into the square.
And steals the first child sitting there.
And though this may seem mean and frightful.
We’ve come to terms, and find it delightful.
For the pumpkin man, like the Krampus in winter.
Knows which boy or girl is a sinner.
And punishes them for their terrible ways.
For their nasty manners and idle malaise.
But fear not, for he brings them back.
A little wiser, in that pumpkin sack.
But for his trouble, we all bequeath.
For him to keep the child’s teeth.
For a pumpkin man, though true and dandy.
Must go through all that Halloween candy.

Sticky and sweet

Any flavour, is yours to take.
Try it now, have a taste.
Lick it quick and chew and crunch.
A delicious treat, for dinner or lunch.
Nibble off the skin that’s sticky.
Around your tongue it can be quite tricky.
Chocolate kisses and candy canes.
To melt and fizz upon your brain.
While under your skin, my honey will creep.
Like salted caramel my love will seep.
And once you’ve tasted, you won’t go back.
To eating junk of casual snacks.
For under the clothes and beneath the foil.
Like sprouting roots underneath the soil.
Lies a feast for your soul to devour.
A chocolate heart, not bitter or sour.
And while you let your feelings digest.
Lay yourself down upon my chest.
And let me sing you off to sleep.
Into sugared dreams and my heart to keep.

Made for you

A compulsive yearning to breathe you in and out.
Devour me with your skin.
Hold me from within.
Your candied smile, and sacred heart.
A wonderful treasure of flesh and bone, given to me by God.
Protected by the angels above.
Who were once so cruel.
You fit me into heaven, with an open heart and palm.
I fall for you again and again, time over time as the universe bends.
Locked into your seraphim as we walk through the fire.
You never let me go, and I hold on tight.
An expression of the deepest truth that finds its way.
Making me pray, and thanking the world for you.
A secret power in our unity.
Stealing this destiny forever.

Coconut ice & candied eyed

These thoughts entertain me, for the hundredth time this week.
Dropping into my mind like pennies into a well.
I swing between actioned and complacent.
As you swing me back to forth in time.
This pendulum of your love.
Happy in the tinsel of us you deck me in.
Yet unrequited feelings of doubt then crawl in like a frost.
No doubt blossoming at Christmas time.
Fearful of the joy you offer.
Mindful of my usual self-destructiveness.
I cover you in cotton wool and hide you in the Christmas stocking.
Away from the mice and my thoughts of decay that would nibble away at you.
These hungry moths in my mind.
I swallow these feelings down.
Learning to live; not for tomorrow, but in the moment here with you.
Biting off only as much as I can chew.
As I wash away the taste of my usual foot.
Let me substitute for sweet candied swells.
Catching in my soul like coconut shavings.
Licking you clean of the sugar you must be covered in.
Savouring the delicious center of your love.

Fright night

All year round he kept to himself.
Quiet and content, like a book on a shelf.
It was Halloween when the tables turned.
And in his head, those thoughts had churned.
To live it up, go mad and wild.
To put on costumes, like any other child.
He loved that night, when he fitted in.
And wasn’t shamed or drenched in sin.
He could go out, and talk to others.
His friends, his mum and all his brothers.
Accepted him and played for ages.
Some souls to flick through his dusty pages.
It was Halloween he loved and longed for.
The candy, the skulls; the dismembered gore.
That was the time he loved the most.
For poor Charlie was such a lonely ghost.

Auspices

Candied appled smiles that dapple this heart.
Pulling the pieces back from the deep lagoon.
Resetting them like a Picasso in reverse.
Hope is irresistible, dancing on my fingertips like butterflies.
After years suffering those gloomy caterpillars.
Fresh Artic water rushes my soul.
Cleansing all that had rotten within.
Funnel down this love into me, fill me up with the golden light.
Can you see the truth in this statement?
A tinnitus ting-sha in my eyes as I consult the i-Ching.
This heartache is wavering.
Threatening to collapse while strength begins to blossom in the cracks.
Cotton candy turns over this dusty broken soul.
Lighting tiny lamps in my heart for love to follow.

In September the Devil comes Dancing

Collaborations with Nara15blog

Crinkled veins that litter the ground.
My smile carved like a pumpkin crescent.
Circling the moon.
Laying down for September’s kiss.
A spiced potion that thickens my eager Heart, bone felt and embraced.

Store bought and rhinestoned.
A mask for a hideaway.
A little glint under the eyes to shimmer.
In the cooling sun’s blaze.

Turning on a dime in a year’s sigh.
Tiptoeing back in time.
Last year, to rival such memories.
365. What a year to be alive!

Smelling the dying throes of summer.
As the trees feign death,
In the rustic cinnamon crunch.
Planting poison ivy to creep through my vines.

In a day’s ramble bramble.
Tomorrow, today. Witch way? This way.
On the broom off to do mischief.
Open the door for October’s devils.
Felling my rooted heart, awash with treacle.
Filling my soul with black stars.
These tar-like sediments like shock treats to my mind.
To make me dance manic eyed.

Howling at the orange fire moon,
Silver bulleted like a ghost through gloom.
In ebony tricks.
In a bubbly brew fix.
Rotting my teeth from the roots.

Corrosive

Great opportunity.
Swim to me like you’re in an aquarium.
Smell this sweet delirium.
Candy tongued and sarcastic.
This mountain flower piackable state.
Didn’t you notice?
My store front vulnerability.
Flashing neon signs: Kiss me.
Corrosively dipped and iron willed.
All in disguise.
Like cyanide sweet nothings on your pillow; talk,
and swallow me down.
Wash away those ugly thoughts and humiliation.
Rain. Rain. Rain. (Back again?)
This smells like tomorrow.

Feed the beast

Unhook the stars this time.
Swallow the sun.
Careful that hand that feeds.
Food for the beast.
Swallowing hearts like no-one’s business.
Gobbling my soul like sweets.
Those knives covered with sugar.
Arranged in the mouth so delicate.
Do not cross the line. Do not feed the animals.
Dancing like monkeys on sticks.
Throwing sparks and sulphane, pieces of God and my pound of flesh.
Strip my bones of these bite marks.
Give me your eyes so I can watch this from a far.
Your animal heart, always hungry.
Forever feeding the beast.

Dressing our own bandages

Grab the plaster, feel the wound. Lick out the salt that rubbed in over the years.
We live our love on antibiotics.
I wash my hands before surgery. You wash your hands of this.
Coated in blood and the hurt of memories.
I’m trying to revive us, I’m feeling for the pulse.
You’re pulling the cord, choking off the truth.
Kill the love that’s dying, as all I can do I sit and pray.
Shuffling to the mortal coil of something else.
I was always hesitant. Uncomfortable in you coercion.
Reassured paradoxically in your disregard for me. Happy to let you steer the course.
We’re turning blue. Deeper than you, or I this love has no bounds.
Legal in places, welcomed in others. Sweet reliefs and candy treats.
The euthanasia of us is the only thing on your mind.
I cannot hold your hand while you slip away. I will not be party to it.
So I weld you to my side, and dig my heals in. If you go, I’m going too.

Cartoon crazy

No one knows how the thoughts spin inside.
The jumbled sweet confectionery of ideas.
You want to seep my colour away. Press me into your own imaginings.
Avoid my seriousization if you must, but this well is deep.
These limbs can buck, bend and break; yet I can contort to what you wish.
I bleed too you know. A Fact you sometimes forget.
I can be the most spineless to prop up your happiness.
Kissing your feet while you wash your hands clean.
But my screen will flicker to life, the roar of sound and fury.
My cartoon crazy, running back and forth with renewed energy.
Spilling more ink while you try to erase me.