Voices of the Dark and the Deep

I am
vacant, some being fills my space in spacetime
Technically, I am here. But really
I am not. I am, an observer.
I am absent from the trivialities of human existence
A mere watcher of the suffering and…

They
Shed a million tears. Their
Grief joins
Mine.
Egypt’s women
Trapped behind
Windows and doors. No
Longer dare come
Out. They have been
Betrayed…

I’ve heard of couples fizzling out after a few years or even less.
I’m here to say this will never happen to us because so little tears
we’ve been together, believe it or not, now for 52 years.

My anger is merely a disguise
Humour my make-up, face paint, a thinly veiled costume.

Nothing , And I mean nothing can ever hurt them now
together they flourish and sustain
both securing and giving a pure heart

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave …

I am swimming through the spectrum of human existence
My being is irrelevant, the gears keep turning.
No matter the wearer.
Face value, I am without substance.
Our efforts, our works, only benefitting th…

i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…

your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time

I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…

If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

Denial is the cancer within
yet we live with it every day
and believe in what it says

Do we really believe that a woman
asks to be raped just by the clothes she wears
Denial of mans responsibility

Do we …

The knocking noise your tongue makes
Pauses of the silence, spit-back to open a weary insessant scapula bite
Riding a nightmare of twin razors-your refusal to sleep
A glass artifical lake lapping at an …

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’