Archive for August, 2008

Her Accidental Beauty

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 31, 2008 by dc

Her accidental beauty,
A cacophony stood still,
A sapling in spring
Unaware of the sun.

A blooming bud
Awash with light,
Looking to the saddened sky
And catching an April tear.

Her lips two dawns,
One lighting the day,
The other hidden soft
Under a nervous bite.

Her darting eyes,
Unintentionally coy
As birds stop to hover
And angels combine.

Her accidental beauty,
A riot swept aside,
A breeze as sweet as the sugar
Fermenting as heavens collide.

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Near Angel

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 30, 2008 by dc

Like stars we fell on the street,
A gentle fire alive with smiles,
Hearts warmed up with wine,
A force kept sweet with dreaming.
Nowhere we rambled,
Laughter pushing our strides,
Nature keeping us close,
The breeze like a friend,
Catching our breaths
And letting them rise.
I looked into your eyes
And saw life like a blossom,
A bud, a fresh morning,
A grin as wide
As the arms I held you with,
A life as high as moonshine,
A kiss left rainfall soft.
I witnessed thoughts
That scared me
And sights I thought were gone,
I lost my breath and smelt magic,
Spent thoughts and then held on.

It Screams Survival

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on August 29, 2008 by dc

Here where
Diseased
Masks slip
Onto shapes
Soft and
Weary,

Paintings
Of mirrors
Are stolen
And hung
From their
Ceilings,

Gardens
Grow
With freedom
And bread
Is bought
With
Tears.

The place
Is now,
The people
Hard,
The language
Brittle,

Yet the
Saffron
Dust that blows,
Is as
Golden
As any sun.

It is a
Place of
Here
Where
An empty
Palace
Blesses
Every sacred
Street on the
Walk home,

It screams
Survival.

Beautiful Reverie

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2008 by dc

The city smelt sweet,
Everything seemed right
Even the sunshine followed me
As I spoke to strangers
Like a high on life salesman
Unleashing his patter
To a crowd waving money.

Shadows were lit up with smiles,
Laughter weaved
Through the breeze
And tickled my tongue,
Nothing felt wrong,
It was like an epiphany
Or at least a great dream.

You were the beautiful conclusion
To a day that made my life
Or at least contained an upturn,
A fortune of riches
Kissing my lips
And holding me close,
A lifetime of wonder.

It seemed nothing could go wrong,
Words became pictures
And the pictures became stories
Filled with pride, love and glory,
Hope and adventure,
Mountains seemed smaller,
The world was our oyster.

Every kiss pulled a heartstring,
Every moment was speeding,
I felt giddy and blissful,
The world had never
Seemed so alive,
Birds spoke words in the garden,
Idiots dared to dream.

On the Picnic Bench

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2008 by dc

On the picnic bench
You fed me smiles
And washed away my sorrow,

You melted in my arms
Like a dream about to disappear
Or an ice cube in the rain,

There were sounds I heard like thunder
But all I saw was sunshine,
A goddess through the leaves.

On the picnic bench
With no-marks in the distance
I wanted the clocks to stop,

This will do, all is here
And anytime I’m feeling down
I’ll know I once felt joy,

A heartbeat filling my body,
Bathing in your eyes,
A new world dawning electric.

On the picnic bench
So close to perfection
I could’ve cried a fresh sky,

You uttered words so colourful
I saw rainbows taking flight,
My dreams were overthrown,

In Japan a saying goes,
“When love is deep, much can be accomplished”,
I wanted to change the world.

Forgotten Holidays

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2008 by dc

The lifts smell of sunscreen
And there’s a sweat box we call home,
Small children with insects,
Old women with tan lines
And dogs barking poetry.

Girls with made up names scream songs
And cry like its Christmas,
Builders ignore deadlines on sun-beds,
Birds mock the arcades
And flap like they’re special.

Idiots walk like Jesus
And drunkards hang on palm trees,
Tattoos move and glisten,
Flesh wobbles and shimmers
And the sand never settles for long.

The town is 80% beer
And foreign food seems familiar,
Fist fights are just part of the fun,
Kareoke and porn are served as hors d’oeuvres
And greed is a wrestling steak.

Brother

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2008 by dc

I’ll pretend to be your brother,
Squeeze your arm affectionately,
Dumbfound the stalkers with sick jokes
And laugh about nothing in French.

We’ll get rid of the Jesus freaks
Talking about the death of our mother
And how you’ve found out you’re infertile,
We’ll escape the crowds and start whispers.

You’ll find solace in my wide brown eyes
And tell me you’ve had sex with strangers,
You’ll say you’re addicted to vodka
And stare till your face starts to slide.

I will watch you float round the room,
A breath of fresh air through the cigarette smoke,
I will sit on a sofa believing my thoughts
And shape them all into routines.

As motion staggers and night becomes dawn
I will say my goodbyes and search for your gaze,
I will hunt round the room till I see your illusions
And finally pinpoint the actress in you.