The wildest of dreams

‘Tis true as the story goes

Never in my wildest of dreams

Standing alone on the foreshore

Connected by a static beam

Blue and white crackle and pop

But hatred for me it seems

You terrorise shake up rattle and roll

Then whisper sweet nothings my dear

So tender one minute and angry the next

I mask my god foresaken fear

Yet a victim professes only love and devotes

Their heart to always be near

I don’t idolise procrastinate whip lashings and such

Just to listen then just to grieve

So tell me why me what have I done

You have chosen to mock, be a bitter pill

When only defend honor fight for and shield

Joan would have been proud to the fill

Do I lay down my sword

Tell me my friend

Never follow you to the ends

The ball is now bouncing in your court

No more no more hurt

Cut the chord the tune the blue melody hue

The tune you and I Wounds open and bled

Black magic

In love and war casualties a must

But who or what can we trust

Witches and warlocks elves and pigmies

Are some of the few circling thee

You lust for the new to fuel your breath

Heart is a pumping within your breast

The silver key of darkness and triangular top

Eye within eye all sight was lost

Hear them all crying moaning and hurt

The soldier of height has fallen from his hearth

A long haired white witch has joined her crew

You were her gremlin her soldier of blue

Never was a white witch for the story is written

Of black she was always but now you are bitten

Do not listen the fruits of loin has a plan

To rock you of your pedestal and drop you where you stand

The demons and warlocks of black magic dance around

The contract was written hear them scream blood is found

Instincts are powerful so listen to them

Not the voice of the loins but a friend of a friend.

The last piece

Lying awake
Riddles and tune
Words are spoken
Lying flat as a rune
Only a symbol
No definition attached
The pieces don’t fit
Nothing will match
This puzzle of mine grows
Bigger each day
Give me a clue
One for the lay
Or was i mistaken
Played like a fiddle
I’m sick of these games
Jigsaws and riddles

Prying Eyes

Prying eyes
Salacious ears
Pointy noses
Thickening beards
Questions abound
Restless thoughts
Dreams escaping
Visions are bought
Stories are numerous
Tellers of lies
Poets are dreamers
Informative spies
Where once there was innocence
Now lies deceit
Happenings are made
To create more heat
These are just words
Created for you
As you will wonder
But are these words of truth