Poetry

By Design

Walking through the cracks of
life I try to create what is not…
Above all suspend something more;
something artistically assertive.

I trample on the flowers and
I photograph the mud.
Hang the photographs
of the achievements
in halls of recognition…
Hoping that simply
by being among ‘greatness’
they will be transformed
from art into Art
and I will be perceived
as a real artist…

In doing so I realised
that the Artist is not defined
by their Art.

The Art is defined
by the Artist.

Judgement

At first I thought you were okay
but then I saw what others said
so I started saying the same…
My mind closed;
I ignored and tried to
justify why it was this way:
I found reasons – made up.

Until I matured and realised
that everything was learned
through others
– and such is life –
but I undid the red threads
of my ignorance.
I opened up to myself
and you became
HUMAN:
like ALL.

Circuit Boards and Cynicism

Caved in by four walls
(willingly)
the skin turns white(r)
and the mind thinks hard…
Currents travel rapidly across
precision circuits translating
binary through brain
SAVE : *double click*

A travelling laptop complete
with perceptive processors and
witty applications for all uses
(including cynicism)…
High functioning with a fan
of tolerance to cool the
system; to calm the core.

Computing, computing, contemplating,
carrying on, accepting and processing,
questioning when used wrong
(as all good technologies do)
and attaining a new level of
artificial intelligence
from users: awareness, understanding.

Process life precisely.
(again and again)
Reliable, durable…
Plug in, recharge,
(never shut down)

Be Yourself

It’s okay not to conform;
It’s okay to wear your own uniform…
You do not have to fit with a crowd,
just be you and sing real loud.
Yes, you will have knives in your back –
but if you do, you’re on the right track.
Use that talent and just let it flow…
I promise: all you will do is grow.

I watch as your friend from far…
Don’t feel pressured to work the bar.
I want your success as much as you,
please, I don’t want to pray with my tears hitting a pew…
Work until it is done:
make work your passion; your fun.

You will find love;
they will be your dove.
So smile that famous smile!
You are forever, not just a while.

Saints have Shadows

Within every saintly soul
lies a dark demon
which will claw and gnaw
until it eventually escapes!
It will chew chips of brittle success
and manifest malignant doubts
in your perfect picture of happiness…

But as long as you know knowledge
like this you can tame this torture…
Praying will access amiable powers
which can help protect the people you love.

Even Saints have Shadows;
for if you are walking willfully in the light,
you cast a deadly darkness behind.

Friends

I wrote you this simple poem:
It isn’t much but I hope you like it…

Thank you for the memories and the laughs;
you made me feel like I belonged
and I never really felt like I did, but now I do.
You embraced me for me;
Around you I could just be.

In your eyes I see how you care;
it’s a look which is rare in this world…
Your friendship is valued, treasured!
Priceless even.

I hope this is forever.
Eternally accepted and cared for; boundless support.

you’re next

I sit here
waiting
sipping my
poison that
makes me brave
that makes
the truth escape
through barriers
I’ve built up

I transform into
a creature of
lustful longing
and I begin my
search for my
new victim

I seek and
walk my catwalk
zigzag along
the walls of
the pounding
beat

I see
I lock my
eyes on
I take a
shot of
clear liquid
and stumble
up to you

oh yes
YOU’RE MY NEXT

SCAR

“If you dont have any shadows you’re not in the light.”
          – Lady Gaga

I wish I could be strong;
I wish that I was wrong.

The pain cuts me deep,
deep like the ocean,
an ocean of emotion.
A world of pain and hate
only slices –
I try to win,
struggle along
bearing my knives.

Watch as the skin            parts,
parts like a red sea:
flows
drips

down

down

down

staining my existence
and cleaving skin
into a natural tattoo of pain:
Testament to Struggle.

Some memories never fade;
Some emotions constantly raid…
Slits sneak stealthily, steadily
smearing smirks:
soundless, subtle.

I carve myself
to tame myself;
I tame myself
to control myself.

S C A R:
Slide
Cut
Anger
Relief

Scar-face, scar-arm, scar-heart, scar-life…
Stained pain.

Pray to a being who listens;
pray for help:
beg for Salvation.

Only my friends
Save me from myself.

Take a bow:
smile, smirk, snub.

Approve, applaud.