Couldn’t claim him foolish,
For wit was placed on the edge of his eye.
Old charm eloquent speaker
Had salty remarks dusting his pride.
Clever Dainty gestures for ladies,
Sombre Stately frowns for life.
Indifferent was this Man of Concrete,
And different was his high.
Prestige lay open in his chest
And orderly was his laugh.
A similar taste had his stare,
None could escape his vision fair.
I had but only a single charm,
Of a weak stature and poor dime,
A humble request with an enduring shine.
An only smile to match his pride…….
Tears drown me at night,
A slight ache I bear all day,
Afternoons rust this restlessness,
And stumbles the scared evening again.
I keep the doors closed,
Though my heart can’t bear this wind,
Nor my trembling thoughts would calm,
Staring across this pettish mind of mine.
Screams empty of voice,
Fills the sanity of my soul,
Still no peeks no cares,
Erase this fear,
This fear of Unknown.
25 March 2017
Draw curtains of mere suspicion,
Like you’ve always done.
Acquaint me with strange names,
Then link me with some.
Darken these rooms with false charges,
And empty your hate on me.
Strike me with your closed fist,
This amongst hurts me the least.
Your loud allegations,
Rush out the door,
Cling eyes on me
Mere Doubt I bear of Loyalty
And look what I’ve have become to me?
Rust on my paintings
A fair so sadly
Debts me overpriced
Oblivious to insolent
No gasps of surprise
As the time falls over
Rust on paintings
This is my recent painting ‘Delirium’.
[If you want to buy the original or a print contact me]
Please do not use the picture without permission.