PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Right now my chamber’s close to running on empty

And I know not which targets I should aim for next

The pen and the paper do the dance of desire

Stimulating, fornicating, giving birth to text

Can I nurture fledging children, clothe them –watch them grow?

Send them out to warm reception, to the light of the world?

Can I watch them reap the whirlwind of a youth well spent?

Be a tribute to their father’s vision – pride unfurled?



Stop what you’re doing - I said turn around

You’re fixated on the mirrors in the hell you’re bound

Can you not find the lustre buried deep inside?

Pull yourself from the cesspool which you now reside?



I’m trapped here in this charnel house without a door

And the bodies here a-burning look a lot like dreams

I cannot douse out these fires, strangled by this smoke

Asphyxiation – what I call life crumbles at the seams

My eyes boil over – enflamed – seeing no way out

I reach inside and say a prayer to my saviour – I

With every heresy I utter, the smoke loses grip

While there’re depths and heights to be explored I CANNOT DIE!!



Stop what you’re doing - I said turn around

You’re fixated on the mirrors in the hell you’re bound

Can you not find the lustre buried deep inside?

Pull yourself from the cesspool which you now reside?



I laugh as this fucking prison falls away

And the bodies that were burning spring to life once more

The phantoms of affliction dissipate from sight

And I open up my eyes to see the Muse I adore

And the breath borne in this kiss brings me back from death

My mind casts away the darkness, siphons in the light

And the seeds of the union, resurrecting hope

Give me strength and the spirit to step up this fight



Open your eyes now – come in from the cold

There’s a life to be lived right here – you must stand bold

Follow through, take her hand, and take a look inside

The orgasms of creation are life’s cantharides