Life's litter strewn
across the bedside table,
cornered by the photograph
ripped in two
haunted beauty
smiled
defaced.
Distant melodies
fed
my lobes as
the needle throbbed
blue veins empty
tears to be born
never came,
the moment crushed
cracked like a jigsaw
the final piece gone.
Thro' the eyes of my inner child
I saw fear
skit across the landscape
borrowed
bludgeoned
burnt
mirrored within my own self worth.
Innocence lost each night,
dreams cradled
blatantly sold
the promise of freedom
born from rage
soiled
and I can save my world,
the inevitable
consequence of delusion.
I am what I am,
a dead man waking
in time for the ultimate score.
© 2008 Michaela James.
27/04/2008
11/04/2008
I Remember You.
A distant face,
once pretty
now
ill-defined,
drowned
in self remorse.
I remember you
misinformed and
misaligned,
manic
you bled me dry.
A childless mother of convenience
or should I say dilapidated?
I could mock you,
snigger in the back room
or
hold my helping hand
high.
The moment of fondness buried
ten years before
still scored across my eyeline
as the tears forged roots.
I travel back,
recollections lucid,
haunting every move
till now,
I see the hate
haggard and
hidden
like a photograph
torn,
the band of gold slung across the room
melted,
forged myself into the iron fist,
I raged against
the lasting memoir,
could have punished you deeper
the hot blade of my tongue
through your bleating mind,
lashing at your lilac poison
perfumed,
choking
as I recall your words
‘I will love you,
always.’
© 2008 Michaela James.
once pretty
now
ill-defined,
drowned
in self remorse.
I remember you
misinformed and
misaligned,
manic
you bled me dry.
A childless mother of convenience
or should I say dilapidated?
I could mock you,
snigger in the back room
or
hold my helping hand
high.
The moment of fondness buried
ten years before
still scored across my eyeline
as the tears forged roots.
I travel back,
recollections lucid,
haunting every move
till now,
I see the hate
haggard and
hidden
like a photograph
torn,
the band of gold slung across the room
melted,
forged myself into the iron fist,
I raged against
the lasting memoir,
could have punished you deeper
the hot blade of my tongue
through your bleating mind,
lashing at your lilac poison
perfumed,
choking
as I recall your words
‘I will love you,
always.’
© 2008 Michaela James.
10/04/2008
Blind.
‘Blind.’
Motion of mind played night and day,
echoed reason
the calamity of desperados
tricked in on the ill wind
hallowed be thy prayer,
devoured in the instant
divine rights etched linen.
My lord and master chained to the thigh
lapped at innocence,
sin wrought with pleasure
each word hung with every groan
misplaced
tortured be thy prayer,
unheard yet ridiculed
each thought swept in a flood of babble.
Truth taken,
twisted like the apple tree,
forbidden speech and
written words wane
within time
blood on every hand held
each corner turned
blind.
© 2007 Michaela James.
Motion of mind played night and day,
echoed reason
the calamity of desperados
tricked in on the ill wind
hallowed be thy prayer,
devoured in the instant
divine rights etched linen.
My lord and master chained to the thigh
lapped at innocence,
sin wrought with pleasure
each word hung with every groan
misplaced
tortured be thy prayer,
unheard yet ridiculed
each thought swept in a flood of babble.
Truth taken,
twisted like the apple tree,
forbidden speech and
written words wane
within time
blood on every hand held
each corner turned
blind.
© 2007 Michaela James.
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