All is grey slate.

Is there really nothing in the world?
Everything seems to me,
To be at such extremities.
The clear divisions,
Were once so bold,
And now…
All is grey slate.
Cold to touch,
Flat and unloving.
The tips of my fingers are numb.
My lips are white.
My eyes are swelling geysers,
Ready to explode in boiling ferocity.
A fog this morning,
On my walk to the train station.
All the world is asleep,
And drenched in dreams.
Is there really nothing in the world?
I think of you constantly,
And have premonitions,
Of my death.
Is there really anything else?

i have been painting a little.

Sun of Sun.

And now,
Beauty blooms.
Limp leaves,
Hanging like velvet,
On proud branches.
Still yellow with youth.
Camply lagging,
In the breeze,
Of a spring morning.
And now,
Rose tinted sun,
Spread on the ground,
Fanning profound,
Harsh shapes,
On an unholy grey,
Concrete urban floor.
Sun of sun,
Come down.
Drench me in warm,
And crystal air.

Bat For Lashes - Daniel

Like the wind blows through the tree leaves, this is blowing through my thoughts. Please enjoy Natasha Khan aka Bat For Lashes…

I am suffering with an addiction.

I am suffering,
With an addiction.
Itchy skin,
And sweat soaked brow,
Creases on an empty head.
A need for fixation.
What happiness is there?
What happiness is this?
Overspent longing.
Long forgotten smiles.
Silent clutches in the night,
Stolen kisses now gone.
“Empty houses are lonely”
And my heart is an empty house.
And my head is an empty house.
And hands, eyes, feet, teeth,
Empty houses too.
I am suffering,
With an addiction,
To you.
But you don’t fix me,
Like you did.
I don’t think,
You want to.
No sunrise, no sunset.
No clouds, no sky.
No earth, no heaven.
Just empty houses,
And lost silence.

Rain of rain.

Spring fever,
Always leaves me,
Cut short,
And dust eyed.
Drowning it seems,
It heavy air.
Beauty blossoms,
And clogs my lungs.
Rain of rain,
Come down.
Curtain of mist,
Blanket the ground.
Like silk on a woman.
Mother nature,
Clothed in denser,
Colour.
Vivid plants, tress and mud.
All manor of small detail,
Brought to focus.
Changing layers,
Through down poured waters.
Gentle silk screen,
Vapour on my face.
Springtime blossoms,
Look randomly placed.
But, budding leaves,
And peaking flowers,
Bring a smile to my,
Drenched lips.
Rain of rain,

Come down.

Window blinds.

Blinding light.
Window blinds.
Grey and white.
Definite verticals,
On an unknown plane.
A striking resemblance,
To the outside sprawl.
Urban decay.
Fallen walls,
Solid and unchanging.
The future pushes on.
Bold striking stripes.
Black, grey and white.

Like a fire in a forest.

A sadness surrounds me,
Like a fire in a forest.
Tearing through dry,
And brittle wood.
A tangled mess of love,
And loss.
My skin is burnt.
This will leave a scar,
No matter how visible.
A charred patch.
An addition to,
Previous stains,
Will always be,
A part of me.
So be it.

capitalist/incentive/whimsicality/fair

I think that I might start selling my poems. Pretty capitalist of me you might say. Well, I shall blog them too, so you do not have to pay, but I shall also add incentive.
Incentive you cry? Yes. It shall take form in pamphlet shape. I shall produce a leaflet of poetry and illustration and perhaps photography work too. All for a minimal fee. Perhaps £1.50 plus p&p. Is that too much?
Well now, this shall be fun.
One periodical of whimsicality, nonsense and scribbles for the masses. Each month I shall add the poems from the previous month. This seems fair.
I think it is a wonderful idea.

Richard.
x

Goodbye Springtime Island.

Goodbye springtime island.
Your sun and chill,
Was bliss,
For a while.
But now I return,
Reluctantly,
To monotony,
To forced smiles,
And an office crowd.

Oh, Airport Lounge.

Oh, airport lounge.
You’re making me frown,
Bitter and sweet.
Orange juice and coffee.
Preying on my last,
Shred of sanity.
Abusing my wallet.
Oh, airport lounge.
Bright white,
And clinically clean.
I am always seen.
Big Brothers friend,
D-503,
Keeping me company.
Security cameras overlook me,
As I write.
So, my glass eyed voyeur,
If you read this,
Go away.