ACT XXV

DEATH
The blinded child before me!
He sees all HE needs to SEE!
The truth face of mother earth
Burnt out and fucked.

Enough is enough!
The tongue captures before the mouth fades
Fades memories wanted before those early graves
We’re all soldiers and we’re all stars
Awaiting someone to align with ours.

Myself, A home, A tomb –
Controlled by no-one, 
except by that beautiful brunette,
staring from across the room.

Trapped with the fake, needless –
aberrations, of my mind,
I am a loser shines a little bit but 
at least it doesn’t seem to rhyme.

The reflections from the industrial sink –
The catch of materials, gripped by the tongues.
The less you know the better –
How can one ideology be so wrong.

III
The repeating streets.
Strained cigar humidity.
Bad attitudes.
An excuse for new lingo.
Natural selection.
The only selection we can’t control.
The only selection which has no hatred – 
toward sex, race and religion is the new rock’n’roll
Yeah, I don’t really believe in God.
One could say I don’t believe in being reborn.
I believe you can, and you will.

©HT

ACT XXIV

Deaths Phone-call

Call me if you die.

The revved up memories of wars –
between the simplified eyes.

My telephone rings hello.
But, its clutching at meaningly rusty shadows.

Those revved up memories of wars –
compared to being between your thighs

– were nothing.

©HT

ACT XXII

Up North
Them closed doors might keep him out
But they won’t keep out your thoughts.

You watch the wild horses run
Past your windows and past your porch.

You can’t wait for the sun to come down
And, show the world what you once taught.

To the masses and, to the few
There is much more to life than war.

I’ve read it in the papers and I’ve seen the news
They get shy at just the thought.

Well if only you told me what you knew
We’d be long gone outta here, I’m pretty sure.

But as time bleeds away into one
Fortress of lost and pure.

I spend my remains nights
Following broken tracks up north.

©HT

ACT XXI

I
A fox going in and out of my feet,
the children on the street,
Dancing to their own beat,
I thought I knew what I was looking for
But maybe I don’t know, at least not anymore .

Those attached terrace houses,
The shady brick work,
You know the kind –
That might make you wanna move,
Move somewhere down south,
Where all the brick work is fine.

II
I knew our eyes felt something more than intimate from their brief encounter,
across the hazed floor. If I could only speak what I wanted.

I wouldn’t have to rely on that.

III
As I look upon these smudged canvas skies,
Watching them turn from azure blue to the welcoming monochrome,
I cant help but think; there has to to be something greater than –
The energy viaducts which suck the life from the earth –
The unlimited, ultimate TV and data packages.
Its hard to believe that people would rather stop to look at their phones –
then to look the world pass them by.
Trapped within their realm of fake reality – personal totalitarianism.

SIDE NOTE:
I have recently been quite busy. I am looking toward working with musicians and kick-starting my own solo poetry songwriting career, when I’ve finished my setlist. I’m currently focusing on my writing and poetry, though I’ve not much new work which I feel needs to be uploaded straight to my website. (as of the minute) Therefore taking a little break (with sporadic intervals of uploads) and will begin uploading work, when I have heard back from various poetry sites/magazines which, I have submitted work to. Hopefully, if all goes well, you will see the poetry I have sent in through their sites/magazines. IF NOT, I will be uploading them myself, as soon as I have results.

©HT

ACT XVIII

My nightmares are haunted by your beauty.
I lay awake well past the early hours,
I am surrounded by your whispers of my name.

An echo of a memory on repeat.

An echo of a never ending fantasy.

But an echo which day-to-day grows closer to fading away.

I can smell you on my sheets.
Though they’ve been cleaned one thousand times since you left.
I can recall you in my mind.
I can feel your warmth by my side.
And I can see your smile.

Though I don’t discard the truth.

The truth as to why I deserved to lose.

I just hope I never lose these real thoughts that I have of you.

© HT

ACT XVII

Still Love

I’ve spent many nights away from her
I have tarnished all my thoughts.
We asked for the revolution. 
But, we were left with the war.
We looked in one another’s eyes –

and, the love still roared.

I picture you beside me still,
though I try to hide the proof.
You enquired about religion,
when I asked for the truth.
Then we fell – sat upon these floors
And I was still much surer then –

That the love of ours still roared.

© HT

ACT XVI

I really need someone, 
to watch the Azura nights
and the darkened gaze,
to stop the world from falling into those on coming waves.

I really need someone
to think about on my lonesome days,
someone to love,
When truth is found to live freely our own way.

Someone to hang on 
when my thoughts are heavy
and my legs aren’t too strong,
to kiss beneath linen sheets where most men were wrong.

I need someone 
to break my chains
and free me to follow on
to love and to be loved, to hide as if loving you were wrong.

I think about you now and then
but I don’t know your name,
you’re always inside my head
keeping me up in the endless howling rain.

If I could ask for why you smile 
Would you smile at me again?
Would you hand me down your dress
and save me from my pain?

For I know i loved you.
As soon as I saw your face.

I really need someone like you.

© HT