REST A WHILE

There comes a time,

When feint excuse me’s,

No longer move this soul.

 

There comes a time,

When it will no longer be let go.

 

Shared time in a separate life,

Always picking up the pieces,

Of a secret never given voice.

 

That day becomes an icon,

A dream always to live, never to know,

Where is the hope now its lost.

 

In a featureless life,

A ray of joy becomes,

Like a beacon of faith, the excellence to hold.

 

This time shared peels like skin,

Ages to accumulate,

And seconds to deteriorate.

 

Its gone – the presence,

Before the lipstick dried,

Left is the emptiness,

Of another silent tear.

 

The face that launched a heart,

Comes and goes, to never know,

How it feels to rest a while, within the warmth of eye.

 

Drive on, the feeling cuts,

Don’t lose a head too soon,

The emotion cuts to heal.

 

Its worth waiting for,

Despite the turmoil shown,

There is a chance – don’t lose it,

Where there’s hope – there’s life.

RESISTANCE

Batteries run low and life flickers to fade
Where are all the good times
When the reckoning’s begun.

Blame the news on TV
The messages reaching out to touch
But blame must lie, by the side.

Talking on needs or wants
Beyond the pale who decides
Taking and never giving greed the deceiver.

More, ever more or even less
Plugging the gap where conscience tore
The life from self-respect.

There are no answers 12 strong and true
But just an election in which to partake
Voting for deception to spend another lifetime.

When the curtain falls what’s to see
Out in the darkness beyond the lights
There was and always is a void.

Buying memories designed to fulfil
Playing with answers to problems forgotten
Shouting from the rooftops – all is saved.

Never brooking the decision, that makes
The difference to lives very clear
Rejection no protection so no justification.

Carry on much as before
Paying out for sentimentality
For hatred jealousy and mistrust.

Pawn the beliefs for payment tomorrow
Forget who requested the tune
But piper calls to claim what’s due.

Now its too late, getting drawn ever in
But sleep the rejuvenator forget the disease.

(C)GRUM

Remembering Life

‘What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.’

Gabriel García Márquez

Memory

‘The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.’

Gabriel García Márquez

Poems

I have made some of my poems available via Kindle.

In the spirit of our times I have made it so that you can borrow it as well as buy it should you wish to do so.

If you do wish to buy it, I have made it as cheap as possible to own it.

There is a link to the second volume in the right-hand column.

I will also be making my second collection of poems available soon.

REPETITION

A broken heart remains
Lost as lonely as it’s alone
Reparation is separation
From the feelings within.

 

Shake a head eject
The images of old
Through the mist becomes
A vision of hope with open arms.

 

Smiling face belies the frown
The sadness seeping from the wound
Torn by the tears so sharp.

Lastly comes the open tenderness
Provided with the ease of ancients
Presented in salacious light
It becomes as cheap as before.

 

In gentleness the emotions grow
To a point where repetition
Eats into the soul and cries
This is enough, far too much.

 

The shout becomes a scream for fear
The tear becomes a laughter scar
And we are as one at last
Only to be alone – with ourselves.

DARKENED SCOWL.

Cowered by the indifferent glance

The snide remarks

Of a one-sided power struggle

Some hopeful thoughts remain.

 

Blackened air befalls the wisdom

Caught in two places of redemption

Likened to the suspect

Questioned to despair.

 

Shoulders hunched against a cold

Tied up tight without a hold

Moments of madness become

More like reality.

 

Defending the soul is battle

Without end, without role

World becomes a distant place

Rejecting the whole.

 

This is no place for rancour

Outspoken past the line

Enforcing drive to bend

A resolve without end.

 

Reaching for salvation

Beyond the backlit cowerer

Half an intention to leap

Like a complete moment in time.

 

All for games, will to power

Depress any button

To close the chapter tighter

Than the final level worn.

 

Only later, in shiver motion

Is candle’s end revealed to be

Desolation unburdened by fear

Falling far away.

DIARY OF A BROKEN HEART.

Diary of a broken heart
Written words of pain
Same old story
Merry-go round
Laugh the hatred
Of an insane man
Cry of the gypsy
In a soul trapped in fear.

Only the haughty survive
To bleach their brains
And exchange the goods
For the breath of life
That leads them home
Home to where the stars
Reach down to bless
Raping all in sight
Of true feelings tonight.

Pagan spirits hang their heads
Beaten by no saint
Can only question why
So soon after rebirth
Did it rip the child open
Smash the eyes that see
Take head in hand
And beat the drum tight(er).

Shout to the wind
Hurt can never be felt
By numb fishermen
Drunk in the cold night air
Unafraid to cry out
Reach out for what they want
Hand grasps tight
Fingers cannot hold
Dreams never guided
By the hand of fate.

Pack up your troubles
But no kit bag can hold
Explanations overdue
Embrocation soothes
Cracks in the veneer of life.

Round and round, up and down
Any which way but loose
No destination unknown
No habitation concealed
Each and everyone
Padlocked into the circle.

So don’t tell the lies
To one who’s heard them all
Creator of catastrophe
Mingle with the frowns
Just a photograph
Ripped in half
A home inside a house
No one’s confused
Who’s been abused
Clear as a bell
That rings one knell for thee.

Sounding out the channels
That hold delight in close
Take what’s there’s and more
No one can partake
In a dream not shared
Sentiments play the part
Of a deceiver prostrate.

Invisible deliverer
Whose face can appear
When the faceless oppressor
Forces the nails further in
Tear the flesh
But feel no wounds
Oblivious to the sight
Of the fluid as it flows.

It was cold
Lost my hold to
The shadows of the night
Should’ve seen it arrive
Why does it take so long
To recognise misplacement
And when it does arrive
Why does denial follow?

Stupid questions asked
Of stupid people who know
They tell no lies they know
Yet they cannot see the truth.

Parting persons hide the free
Taking the essence of love
And walking to destiny
The realisation comes clear
So crystal it blinds the fool
What’s seen is only real
Inside the womb of release
Too soon to extrapolate
Too late to expatriate
Over and out and under.

Slave of the day
Working hard for god knows what
Breaking the back
For a dream so unreal
Hoping each new day
Will bring succour
But all that comes
Is a hatred full of tears
To wash the sweat away
To prepare for the new day.

People who push the hatred hard
Seem among the most lost
Yet they know where to go
And who to go along with
Should we take a leaf
Or make our own way
If at all?

Stealthily we tread the path
No toes to harm
Bowed head cant meet their eyes
That way no harm is done
Expect to body and soul
Within which who cares
If it’s seen it’s real
If not who can see?

Patience bring to each man
His just disquieted rights
Forged in fire and steel
Among the strongest foe
Joining the women unpure
To ache inside for heart.

Slowly senses return
In a bigoted world
How can it be known
Through eyes that blindly see
Shapers have the run
And extras follow meekly
Into the unknown
To where it all must lie (die)
What can it be that’s there
Has it no heart to lie
Could a sparrow fly without air
If a manowar sails tonight?

So lower your sails
And scupper your decks
The final hour is here
No crash bang wallop
To harden the heart
Just a gentle slipping away.

©GRUM

RELATIONS.

Though love is never perfect And heartache always so pure There is always a necessity To keep on heading out. Like moths to a flame Oblivious to reason Hearts can bind to its heat And never let go. It tends to come and so to go The closer the relations The more that we can know Yes the closer the relations The less we will let go. Through hatred being despised By jealous and salacious eyes That which has no name Remains until it grows. It … But pressure comes to blow the coup And threatens self destruction That’s not what is required To leave alone those relying on. You, yonder is the answer kept Within fields of Easter house Like walls we build around They break and fall eventually. It … Again it is not wrong to love No matter who provides Without a surety of profundity What comes will always go. And holding hands in final scene This play we play with, is never over More questions roll that can be stopped Where lies the blame no-one knows – do you? GRUM

Butterfly

I had a butterfly stuck to me today. I found it in my garage in the cool. It was so cold it could hardly move, so I gently picked it up and took it outside.

I wanted to place it on a plant in the sunshine to warm it, but it wouldn’t let go of my hand.

So I patiently let it warm itself and after a while it opened up its wings and fluttered to a nearby plant. Lovely.