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She appeared in my inbox late one night

A friend request via satellite

She loved my books, she craved my mind

She told me i was one of a kind

 

Who was this girl? I needed to know

Her personality, her highs and her lows

She shared with me her mind and soul

And once, through my own fault, vitriol

 

But she always speaks in lower case

And always in ā€˜Times New Romanā€™

She always cuts right to the chase

A mysterious, sensual woman

 

She says she wants to ā€˜learn my rhythmsā€™

I donā€™t know what that means

But I share with her as best I can

My thoughts through this machine

 

Through the wires and atmosphere

They bounce off satellites

The heartfelt words we write and share

The countless megabytes

 

Two souls entwined, two minds alike

Though our ages are far between

But minds donā€™t age, they just engage

We communicate, unseen

 

Her face remains a mystery

Her voice Iā€™ll never hear

But thatā€™s the way it has to be

Or the magic will disappear

The Cryptic Verse

The envious moon shone down upon my flaxon hair

Which way does the crafty wind blow?

I snatch a grasshopper from the bullet's chosen path

Am I not the keeper of my brother's empty womb?

 

The sea gives up its deadly secrets

The seven sins of Man

But when all is said and done

I love a sunburnt land

 

If anyone knows what this means, please contact the writer at this address.

Thanks

 

 

 

 

The Prisoner

I stare blankly and numbly through the bars of my cell at the world outside. I feel as if the view is being dangled in front of my eyes as some kind of mental torture. 

I see in the distance a beautiful park. Green lawns, shady trees. The free world, where others are free to come and go as they please, to live their lives, find a partner, have children. But this is my life now. My reality. 

Each day they come to my cell and interrogate me in a language foreign to me.

ā€œAre you ready to talk yet?ā€ 

What are they trying to tell me?

What do they want from me? 

 They badger me day after day, repeating themselves constantly in words I don't understand, as I cower in the corner.

 Iā€™m hungry and thirsty. What i would give to taste the sweetness of a piece of fruit that I once took for granted. 

I hear them coming. The sound of their footsteps evokes in me an unlikely mixture of excitement, fear and dread.

My life's necessities are pushed through a gap in the wall. I look in the bowls.

Same as always.

Water and sunflower seeds.

 

 

 

 

Mushroom Soup

 

Excitedly with torch in hand

We scour through the farmerā€™s land

Curious cows walk among us

As we search for magic golden fungus

 

Ten PM, the nightā€™s still young

We check the many mounds of dung

Mushrooms large with gold on top

Everywhere, a magical crop

 

We race back home with bags of dreams

Two boys, two girls; excited teens

Fleeting fears go undeclared

For the experience that lies ahead

 

Bubble, bubble, trouble and toil

We watch the shrooms begin to boil

The water turns mysterious and dark

As we await our trip on Noahā€™s ark

 

We gather round and fill our cup

Drink it down and almost throw up

Primed at last we sit and wait

For time and space to oscillate

 

An eerie silence fills the room

We wait for the hit, the high, the boom

Before I can even comprehend

My mind floats skyward, reality bends

 

A blast of Metallica and we enter the zone

ā€˜Sad But Trueā€™, ā€˜Wherever I May Roamā€™

The black light ignites the black light poster

And we board the illusory rollercoaster

 

The walls come alive and pulse with the beat

My body is freezing in the summer heat

I try to speak but my words just flow

From my mouth like lava from a volcano

 

I check out Melanie, she looks so nice

With three bare breasts and lust in her eyes

She floats and dances with erotic grace

Her hand inside her panties of lace

 

ā€˜Look at the starsā€™ I hear Jack say

ā€˜It looks just like the Milky Wayā€™

I look above but all I see

Is my own eyes staring back at me

 

Melanie and Chloe, naked and free

Their inhibitions a casualty

Jack and I join the fray

The four of us, naked, dance and sway

 

The rhythm commands us to move and thrust

To chant the words, and obey we must
     We raise our hands to touch the sky

To grab the stars meandering by

 

Guitar solo screams in my ear

Bass riff distorts the atmosphere

Our minds enslaved by the driving beat

Our bodies drenched in the stifling heat

 

Liquid rainbow floods the room

Chloeā€™s hair becomes flowers in bloom

Her eyes the size of dinner plates

As she beckons me to Nirvanaā€™s gates

 

Chloe backs against the wall

She offers me Heaven, I trade her my soul

Razor fingernails claw at my chest

Her ankles locked, her love confessed

 

Fireworks suddenly flood my vision

Planets explode in blinding fission

My mind and Chloeā€™s are somehow one

Our ascent to Heaven has now begun

 

A sudden gush, a molten stream

Chloe emits a climactic scream

Overwhelmed in passionā€™s throes

With my liquid love she overflows

 

We lie on the floor and scan the skies

The heavens seen through kaleidoscope eyes

Gasps from Jack and Melanie

Their door unlocked with Erosā€™ key

 

Chloe and I are swept away

On a cosmic sea; the Milky Way

Through a wormhole to a new dimension

Where lies the answers to all lifeā€™s questions

 

The colours soon fade to monochrome

The time has come for the journey home

The room now silent, the stars now gone

We lie in wait for a brand new dawn.

 

You Don't Know Me

 

You donā€™t know where I go

in the night when youā€™re asleep

when the darkness imprisons my mind

when demons bind me in remorse

and exhume long-buried memories

that return to taunt and haunt me

and leave me silently weeping

 

You donā€™t know what I hear

when the voice in my head suggests

what Iā€™m doing is somehow wrong

yet that same voice commands me

to do it, and to conceal it

to hide it from the judgmental eyes

of a non-understanding world

 

You donā€™t know what I do alone

in my private house, with curtains drawn

where the mask of conformity is discarded

where inhibitions are a thing unknown

where the outside world is cast aside

where I alone rule my kingdom

and cast out intruders, including you

 

You donā€™t know what I feel

when my eyes gaze down upon you

as you undulate and moan

from my sensual loving touch

and you call my name in ecstasy

and you take the love i offer you

though the love is never returned

 

You donā€™t know my sadness

when you turn and look away

when you refuse to even answer

my obvious cries for help

or my pleas for understanding

and as a final dagger to the heart

you pretend not to hear at all

 

You donā€™t know my emptiness

when you eye me with indifference

and you see what you want to see

and I feel like nothing more

than your constant work in progress

as something you want to change

to suit your personal needs

 

You donā€™t know my regrets

of the life that I have wasted

of chances I should have taken

of words I should have spoken

of dreams I couldnā€™t share

because i failed to find someone

who seeks the same as me

 

You donā€™t know my mind

when I gaze at the endless skies

at the infinite stars and galaxies

when I wonder at time eternal

when I wonder where I came from

when I wonder where Iā€™m going

or if nothing lies beyond

 

You donā€™t know me at all.

 

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Publication Date: 02-11-2021

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