Crown me with your heart
Look
into my soul
Remember
I’m not in any pigeonhole
Am
I what you expected?
Hot
coal upon my mouth to burn my lips
Now
absent of evil
Remember
me not as I rot
Decay
ties love unaffected
Touching You
Eyes that view
Fingers
move gently from toes to nose
removing clothes
Touching
you
Passion
true
I’m
infatuated with only your skin
pleasurable sin
Touching
you
Aspect Immediate
Fear is calling
and
veins trumpet the message
sending sound into every silent
corner
Storm is clearing
and
seeing receives the picture
stretched
imaginatively into every hidden scene
An elderly man comes and stands in frontal view
he looks deep into witnessing
eyes
stares
through time and says look closer
See a life
struggling
swimming through rain
walking on rainbows
playing on the back of pain
Being is just the same
The elderly man has a beautiful soul
and
even though he shows sins
his
life was lived through experiences
Rip Us Apart
My other
me loves me
and I love him can’t you see
Some
times he’s beastly as can be
and all I want to be is a church key
Open the
door and hide
my inside has died
Lock the
door and stay
identity downplay
A voice in the distance calls ‘Why won’t you listen to me? What have I
done? Let me make us a cup of tea. We are together for the long run. I’ve got
news…’
Come Together
My other me is calling me
I’m of the mind to disagree
Sometimes
I can be as beastly as he
rip us apart to be set free
Unlock
the door and run
I’ll not be outdone
He takes
my hand to join
for we are of the same coin
I can’t rip apart
I’m crazy art
We are counterpart
What’s the news?
The cogs in my head sometimes slip
they grind in a sepia
trip
like a rusting machine
being mechanically hip
L. Sydney Abel is an author of psychological
fiction and poetry. He was born and raised in Kingston upon Hull,
England. His novel 12:07 The Sleeping is based on personal
experience of sleep paralysis and his forthcoming book The Soul Spook continues
this theme. He has also written and illustrated several children’s books and a
Y/A novel Timothy Other: The boy who climbed Marzipan Mountain, the
first in a series of three.
Poetry is his personal escape in his book
of emotive words Tongue is a Fire and the upcoming THE ASYLUM.
https://theslider58.wixsite.com/lsydneyabel
https://www.lsydneyabelbooks.com/
https://theslider58.wixsite.com/lsydneyabelpoet
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