Inaccessible
Within
the hemisphere
of
thought, rounding a
gauntlet
of time, born
forth
a passage;
innocent
in afterlife.
We
are thrown into this
uncharted
tapestry of
life.
I
cannot decipher, nor
figure
the organic word,
spewed
out, droplets
upon
fading caressing
night.
Living
in the hierarchy
of
needs, wants, desires,
held
snuggly, while fires
riddle
blazen night, and
thought
sink, morbid; in
haunted
day.
Don't Take My Sunshine Away
A dark
cloud decent
emotional
blackmail
I am
not blameless
in
all of this, a chequered
past,
a brutal one.
You
are not blameless,
we're
both at fault, here;
23
years running on a
quarter
century, cutthroat
parade,
living in this untimely
bantering
charade.
Don't
take the light away,
don't
take my sunshine,
what
we have seen, let them
continue
in their own special
way;
let them bask in the light
of
Gods golden beams.
Bird of Prey
What
was the mighty
hawk,
now scattered,
alongside
roadside of
untimely
demise.
I
drove past, an unwilling
witness
to the ghastly
sight,
red feathers
strewn.
The
stars aligned, as I
cried
inside, nature will
win
out, long after we
are
gone
Dream Chain
Conjoin the links
of
the dream chain.
Gaze
into amethyst
flicker
of hypnotic flame.
A
millennium of romantic
interludes
forbidden.
These
were all but words,
composed
six years ago.
Words
now thrust upon the
masses,
chiselled from stone,
sculpture
view and vision stare.
Words
introduced into a bloody
wilderness,
lambs to slaughter;
relics before morning; forgotten.
Wayne
Russell is a creative jack of all trades, master of none. Poet, rhythm guitar
player, singer, artist, photographer, and author of the poetry book Where
Angels Fear via Guerilla Genius Press, it is currently still available on
Amazon.
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