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Unreal   Leave a comment

Unreal

it’s not the real deal
it’s the idea of the real deal
ideally it’s the ideal deal
but is the ideal deal real
or just unreal

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Posted 29/06/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

Hands Claw Hands (2)   Leave a comment

hands claw hands

hands shred hands
as his hands shred his hands
as his hands claw, his hands scratch
his hands rip and tear
plunging gouging shredding cutting flaying
carving from skin upon skin upon scar
upon chest upon arm, gut torn
heart burst, body hurt, mind blown
hands shred his body as his hands
shred his mind as his hands defile body

one more one more one more
one more cheque his mind can’t cash
as his hands claw hands

black noise, black sound of
black dog, black dog of
sharp teeth, black teeth
shred as hands bleed
as his hands break skin
where black bricks on
black temples show red
ooze on drawn face
as his hands shred his hands
as his hands shred his hands

one more one more one more
one more cheque his mind can’t cash
as his hands claw hands

his mind a mess, back to the beginning
change the colour, no leave it black
nails shredding, mind clawing
aching clawing aching clawing
black dog be gone
hands shred hands
hands grasp hands
hands upon hands
hands claw hands

Posted 15/06/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

Sometimes We …   3 comments

Sometimes We

Sometimes we are just an image
a snapshot from different times
a make believe montage of
dreams and realities developed
in a darkroom unseen by most
we are always black and white

Sometimes we are just an image
a one dimensional IKEA flatpack
a made up posed for photo of an
ideal we portray only to sell the
lies we tell ourselves and others
we always believe it to be the truth

Sometimes we …

Posted 13/06/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

There Are No Lights   Leave a comment

There Are No Lights

Darkness surrounds me
as the water runs
it is cleansing time and
scalding water marks the
guilt of my laziness
colouring my body
a deep red of lost ego
I scrub harshly at my skin
a clock ticks at five to midnight
I wonder if my life does as well
my body stands
though to call it erect
may stretch the truth
gravity wins in the end
tonight there are no lights
there are many reasons

Posted 07/06/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry

There Are No Lights   Leave a comment

There Are No Lights

The water runs,
it is time for the ritual cleanse
The light stays off,
not even I want to see this body
The water runs hot,
scalding the guilt of laziness
The pressure is strong,
it will colour the skin a spotted red
The goats milk soap
is scrubbed into every pore
The hour is late,
maybe this life is as well
The body stands erect,
naked as the moment of birth
There are no lights,
there are a hundred reasons

Graffiti Heart   Leave a comment

Graffiti Heart

Step in to the life that becomes you,
walk gently, spare the earth your whims
and speak with a voice of calm not anger
Look at the graffiti on your heart, it is
a masterpiece and not a crime, the art
in you can be found in many places
Gaze the sky with a desire of hope,
walk the earth with a caress of love and
remember that youth was just a phase
Age, is nothing more than a number,
the body, is nothing more than a vessel
for a spirit that can never be restrained
In truth the soul has given often, but never
lightly or to excess and as known by all,
in love, there can never be too much
Where nights will sing the songs of desire,
days will sing the songs of concealment
and broken hearts shall always be off key
Walk gently the path that leads you,
listen closely to the music that moves you,
paint your heart with your own graffiti

Posted 02/06/2014 by DarKarsean in Life, Love, Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

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