Comin’ on home
I have spent the past few months idly on instagram. It’s fun enough, but lacking the reason I stay on Tumblr: THE POEMS AND THE LITERATURE
There are so many gifted poets and writers here on tumblr and I am glad to be back to read and enrich my life once again.
I have been posting on this blog for two years and beyond now…. Started as a photography blog, then travel blog, music (my own) and then finally my own poetry… It has been a long while since I have given tumblr creative content, which this site has given me extensively.
I had a breakthrough with electronic music recently. Getting closer and closer to what I WANT to be making. I just uploaded the song, please give it a listen and share it with whoever you think may appreciate it.
Talk soon everyone
My heart is weeping
My skin is bloating
Right round my eyes my vision is gone my vision is skewed and I was wrong
The wind jolts me!
I was wrong!
Wind to the floor I am the floor
I am down and what can be done
What can be done?
Nightmare feelings four nights over
Breaking legs of wood and talking
Slander-killers watching over
Man on stage says and repeating
Backyard meetings for the killer
Leave the country and my lover
Betrayed in sleep so many cycles
Exhausted always, leave the killers
Swathed in silk and with my mother
In dreamworld leaving, left my lover
Left all others, want to kill me
Four nights, no peace
Thank you so much! Means a lot to me. 😊
sleep so sinister
nightmares three nights running
a dream is a lie, is the truth, is nothing
is water off the mallard’s back
oil floating on mother’s vinegar
i am the mallard, i am the sour
an abandoned complex where i am living
a real threat, then wake, then sleep,
yes, sweetheart says that it is nothing
and i grow paranoid, distant -
my hair then is daggers.
my hair grows so long, my sleep so sinister
a truth, a lie, a sleep, climbing over
needles are stuck in my lover in bed.
i fear they are dreams.
i fear they are nothing, a truth, a lie.
I feel harrowed gut wrenched hollow swollen
Peaceful grounded safe and warm
It is with my love that amnesia lifts
And water comes
Covers soft shoulders
Men’s shirts, arms that hold
It is in the presence of my love that amnesia lifts
And presses into heart of hearts
My oldest burdens.
To be fought at last, love’s arms as my shield.