This is a fragmentation of thoughts poorly disguised as poems. Humor me and read them. Then if you so desire consign them to the recycle bin.
Visions of love and passion
Drifting ashore at dusk
Announcing the night to lust
On crumpled sheets of lost thoughts
She sat on the beach
As darkness crept up her feet
And covered her in a cloak
Of twilight madness, eating her soul
Krishna had left with the tide
Leaving her forlorn on the shore
Holding her spent dreams
Afraid of them being washed to sea
The moonlit charcoal waters
Raced between her toes
Flowing up her legs
And drowning her sorrows
She waited long through the night
For Krishna to dance into sight
But there was only music to behold
Mermaids serenading him in the depths below
I came in sheltering from the storm
Cloaked in loneliness
Carrying the pain and sorrow of a lifetime
Soulless, loveless and barren of thought
I called out to the wilderness surrounding me
You heard my wailing in the hills
And came to my door holding out your lips
For me to caress and your arms to rest
To hide my aching heart and dry my tears on your lips
You too cried in joy as we became one
Days have passed and with it many joys
Lying in each other's arms resting our souls
Hiding from realities of living
Clutching desperately to the belief that things will work out
Sadly nothing remains the same
Time changes and so do people
Are we just wayfarers meeting between lives?
Or lovers destined to be apart?
Watching Kuta sunset, hues across the sky
Cascading like his thoughts fading into twilight
He had come to know the wonders of paradise
That could destroy his soul instead of giving it life.
Sunrises and sunsets, blessings in the cosmic trance
Of memories and joys dissolving into the dark
He frantically reached out to grasp the love
Waiting in the clouds above and wonders of a childhood’s end.
But he found to his dismay spirits riding the waves
Sending messages of farewell of goodbye kisses and reminiscences
He strode the shore through the night gasping for breath, a hint of life
Hiding beneath the foreboding waves
Beckoning him to another hell.
She saw him walking by the sea entranced by the lonely scene
She held him by the hand and asked, stranger what make thee
He looked at her and saw himself through the darkness and torment.
She placed her palms on his face
To calm the rising anguish
Whispering thoughts of belonging
Of love and longing, and yes pain again.
The night began to day bringing with it all the joys of yesterdays
But for them there was no sign
Except for the bloody knife.
She said good bye today
Wiping away his joys and hope
A small message by her phone
Passing through the ether waves.
He looked to the sky and wondered why
The love she brought and took away
Made him feel so sad once more
Of being deserted again and again.
Mother, he cried, carry me away
From all this sorrow and pain
To a quiet haven faraway
Where joy and love were alive again.
The night descended across the sea
Darkening the land and he
To the sound of temple bells
On the shores of Gethsemane.
He quietly left to search the land
For love and lust and hope again
He found it in a gutter by
Whimpering, hurt and a terrible fright.
Now she has become a part of him
A little creature called sin
Licking pawing and whining for joy
Bringing him back to life again.
Sisters of Mercy
(A dedication to Sioned Emrys and Nia Williams)
I came into your life like an abscess on your gums.
Bringing a host of uncertainties
of love, life and whatchamaycallit
the cigar smoke, the whisky and
complaints of a lifetime.
I stayed in your home
bitching and crying
weeping and laughing
to the tune of my own voice.
The change of seasons, the rain
and the wind howling outside
brought with it a joy of belonging
of being accepted with all the iniquities
carried from India to Wales.
The food smelt of love,
the whisky of hope
and the wine of forbidden
sex to the sound of Cohen.
Nothing, nothing was more pure
than the sisters who showed their mercy,
placing their soothing palms on my troubled soul.
I shall carry this wherever I go,
remembrance of the joy of having
been loved and cared for and
never being forsaken by true friends.
Wherever you are today
nestling between someone's thighs
yearning for the ultimate joy
keep this blessing close to your heart
for your karma can do you no wrong.
She was marooned
Eight degrees south of the Equator
In a life devoid of love
Scampering between beds
And men and hell
Furiously searching for herself.
She had come to this isle
Thinking it was paradise
To absolve her from the past
And start a life anew.
In days she found a man to hold
In innocence to make a whole
And children did she tried to beget
To the silence of dying hopes.
Years have gone by with the tides
Now she sits by the riverside
Crying for her lost soul
Floating down to sea.
She wants to begin her life once more
To the sound of what she knows
For though she was born free
Still she imprisons herself.
Strangers on the Shore
He held her close so she could feel
The fears and tears on the stranger’s cheeks
He swallowed hard and spoke aloud
To the quiet rippling waters
and the moonlit dhows.
She looked at him for she could feel
The fading beats in his breast
She kissed his lips and tasted life
Ebbing from his side.
Stranger, she said, I will love you forever
While gently stroking his thighs
Forever, he said in a dying breath
No, there is no forever.
He kissed her forehead and bade farewell
Turned his back and went.
Alone she stood on the moonlit shore
Gazing at the stars afloat
And with a heavy sigh
Walked into the waters by.
She called him to say goodbye
Nonchalantly uttering the words
The passing traffic drowning out her voice
Trembling he put down the phone
In the distance drums are beating
Cries and shouts in the air
Of ceremonies of the lunatics
Maidens dancing to rhythm of the night
The full moon is up readying itself
Casting shadows in darkened doorways
Waking up the slumbering souls
To another twist of fate
She was the big little woman
The goodbye girl lost within herself
Tasting the moonbeams on his lips
Then moving on to another life
The ethereal light wrapped him in joy
Returning the wayward spirits of the past
Igniting the night with fireflies
That carried his soul away