Crooked

Some days the winds are blowing,

In a slightly crooked way,

And the trees can hardly move,

They lack their usual sway,

The feathers from the birds,

Sailing in the sky,

Float with less ease and freedom,

When a crooked breeze rolls by,

The sailors of the deep,

Hoist their billowing sails,

But the speed they usually keep,

Comes to no avail,

I am a sway-less tree,

In the flaming mire,

With feather floating stiffly,

Into spikes of fire,

My mind is lost like the sailors,

Tugging at the sails,

Running slow on rugged seas,

In the midst of rain and hail,

The crooked winds are blowing,

On this restless day,

As I sit in orbs of thought,

With nothing much to say.

Smoke

do you care for me at all?

i scream above the smoke,

eyes are flitting,

vision blurred,

grey pouring down my throat.

was there any truth at all?

touch me, make me fall.

was there any truth at all?

take me, take my all.

am i going mad for you,

my darling sacred first?

will you shake my mind tonight,

shake me till i burst?

will i ever find you again?

i'll keep squinting through the smoke,

close my eyes and count to ten,

hanging on to hope

we suffered for this art,

we bled upon the pages,

we suffer for our hearts,

and cover up the grazes.

in all their glory

keep your heart burning with love and rage,
as long as there's something shaking the cage,
as long as it's beating and writhing and feeling,
watch it fly
from ceiling to ceiling.

keep it beating through the pain,
through laboured beats,
through guilt and shame,
a battered heart can still bring joy,
like a small child's chosen scruffy toy.

as long as there's a lesson learnt,
for beautiful light a candle is burnt,
in every bruise there hides a story,
so flash their colours
in all their glory.

start with a kiss and end with the rest.

great big singing mouths with nothing to say,
with minds far beneath them screaming away,
people see and minds start to wander,
what are their motives, i start to ponder...

a kiss is a moment of love in some.
others pure lust, and others for fun,
a kiss is a moment craved by all,
how can it be an action so small?

and who am i to judge a moment of another?
deep in the shadows, under the covers,
deep in the recesses of somebody's mind,
that moment is theirs, and not mine to find,

for your lips can declare a thousand emotions,
it is but a drop in a swirling blue ocean
the taste of a droplet can reveal a dark depth
a kiss, oh that kiss, is complex to confess

watch how it smoulders, the strongest will fall,
feel how it burns, fight the siren's call,
start with a kiss and end with the rest,
keep those hearts beating out of those chests.