Colour
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
Black to blue to white
twice
Takes us in
Takes me in
We are lost to
the pattern
and it is the
only thing
we care to know
the only place
for me to go is where
I am and where they are
I did not see colour
before I saw these
expand
into the darkness
of these bars
at which I
linger words
drip onto pads
driven by fingers
slave to the blue ink
the black lines
the white pad
to which I declare
my dreams
dreamed up in foolish
fantasises
I share them there
so that they may not
meet the snares
of the world
beyond my own
I sink now
at the thought
of the shades
and the beauty
which they gave
us all
I feel lost in
pastel gaze
but it breaks
no
it shatters
into shards
as the night
goes on
colours run and
redden as her
lips part
and her tales
shared and lust
is lost
thrown asunder
to the thunder
thrusts of her tongue
the men around
did not want her
to speak
they just wanted her
to be
they refuse
to see that
she is doing
as desired
but they
did not want
what they said
they did and
now lustful loins
and surface thoughts
drift away
I think I
however
will stay
The world
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
around is
still as
grey as
it ever was
beyond the pattern
richer for the red
I am lost further
beyond the pattern
to the words
that were said.
Grey
I shall never compare thee to a summers day
Nor the beauty of the bird that sings
In the gushing blossoms
Of the freshest spring
Not to spite
But to justice to
The truth of the beauty
You possess
For we know what to expect
Of the summers day
Or the birds first song
It’s so mundane
It’s so cliché
Done to death
It fails to take breath
Away from even the simplest
Of beings
It warrants no gasps
More gags
It was stunning once
But now its beauty sags
To the ground
Never again to be found
Tedium now surrounds
The season
Bring me monotone
Bring me the grey
To drain the
Dullness of Technicolor
From the suns reaching rays
I’m tired of emerald blades
Beneath bare feet
I Know the glow
of the summer’s heat
against our crisping skin
far too well
Know of the skies lazy blue
And of the grasses jaded hue
I know the trees are full
With leaves of green
And the rivers are calm
And the lakes serene
The grey days
Are the ones that I love the most
And here you come
You are Summers ghost
Souls saviour
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
You ride the front
Across the red
Come to meet me
in the bosom
of my lone row boat
Where I’ve been waiting
For this moment
For this vision
The greyed froth of your clouds
Begins to breach the sunset
The beauty of your being
Begins to bloom
You are the storm
On my minds horizon
Come to break the gloom
Of summers haze
You are my enigma
My muse
E
I will lose
so much
For the flash
Of a glimpse
Of a glimpse
Under the veil
Of your cryptic mists
What mysteries you must hide
in the darkness of these ashen clouds
and sun sapped skies
bated hints drop hale stone
around my craning head
craning not for the heavens
nor the stars
nor the sun
but for the chance
to grasp
what I know
none of
I want to know you
catch my ear
bring me near
into the plush
of your swelling clouds
you could be anything
you could be anything
And that is perfect
speak, finally, speak
as my boat begins to rock
and the rivers begin to rush
and the banks begin to break
people scatter trailing picnics
blankets ripple like streamers
behind fast exits
into four by fours
they lock their doors
disappear like the dusk
you are unknown to them
so they run away
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
but you do not care
and neither do I
I stay
To hear your words
To be with you
To try to know the unknowable
To see the un-showable
you vocalise in thunders lisps and thunders cries
lash out with your blue lightning
strikes the tree
starts the fire
my soul smoulders
with the sap of the willow
Ablaze it blackens
from the sting
Of your monsoon swing
Whipping the air
You are wild
You are a force of nature
Come to nurture
I rock to your winds
As you reach down
And hint
Of things unknown
Of places unknown
I cannot know them
But that
Is the beauty of you
the wink of your eye
greets my stare
not enough to catch the colour
just the pupil and its semi secrets
there is so much more
the fluttering of your lashes
taunts me
what little I saw
haunts me
robs me of the strength to describe
the sensation
of that glacial kiss
that left a warm sleet
upon my lips
that summer you found me
all those years ago
you kiss again and
give nothing more away
you know all of me
I know none of you
But I cannot say that I want to
For fear that I’ll taint
What I’m enchanted with
And if that happens
What have I to live for?
You drape your gown
around my bones
you’re at my side
my boyhood is thrown
Asunder
As you roar like the thunder
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
Rock the boat
Ride my loins
My head rocks back
As my boat heaves
Please stay with me
Don’t ever leave
But as the winds die down
And the rains retreat
And my skin once again meets
The searing sensation
Of the summer’s heat
I know you will
I know you must
But please
let me believe
You will not
For another afternoon
Is it too much to ask
For another hour of grey
To keep me free
From this summer’s day?
