Posted tagged ‘dangers’

Untitled (Suggestions Welcome)

January 16, 2011

Who wins,

These wars between

Bloodied souls?

Between hating hearts and those,

Of no hatred at all?

ATTACK!

Screamed by whisperers unseen,

Warmongering mongrels.

Sharpened tongues,

Splice hearts and minds,

Asunder,

Lovers brutalized by the invasion,

Feral beasts ravage

Unprotected boundaries,

Connections savaged,

In search of witnessed destruction,

By name: Victory.

For what?

Who wins these wars

Of bloodied souls?

Fought for reasons unclear,

Phantasmal riches,

Momentary insolvency of a sound mind,

Secrets confided betrayed, reduced to

Ammunition,

Misuse, alive to spread as wildfire,

Abuse, born and reborn,

Echoed and repeated…

 

© Simon Bucknor

(A snippet taken from an untitled piece from ‘When Cold Air Rises’ and selected poems) due for release first quarter 2011

Any ideas for a title are welcome – I have about 7 at the minute LOL

 

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Before the Rainbow

July 15, 2010

It’s raining,

And I have become one with the grime that splashes

as the filthy sky-juice mixes with the dirt that lays on the streets that I walk

Every day.

The more it rains,

The grimier I become,

The more of me that is taken over by the sky-juice /dirt mix,

The more of me I lose to the streets that I walk

Every day,

The less me I become.

And as it rains,

And the skies spit down in jest,

Lightning shining over and over again,

Glorifying my decay

Like a thorny crown resting on my new lox

Causing blood and sweat to drip from my temple,

As thunder strikes out bringing screams from mouths,

I feel myself eroding,

Becoming less me each day,

Until all I remain to be is that mix…

…,

…,

…,

…The dirt of the streets that I walk every day and the filthy sky-juice that fell and created me as grime

And slowly washed me away

Into sewers and blocked drains.

Unrecognizable now,

It’s raining

And I have become one with the grime that lays on the streets I walk

Every day.

No longer me,

No longer human,

No longer reachable

Not by friend nor foe,

Not by Mrs Love or Mistress Lust

Even Dr Anger must wait at Lucifer’s right hand being stroked and held back,

So forgive me if I don’t answer when you call me by my name,

‘Cos I am no longer here.

© Simon D Bucknor

Deep Thoughts, Too Late

May 24, 2010

The dirt must have been dry at some point,

Or they wouldn’t have been able to dig the grave,

Wouldn’t it have slid right back in?

Rolled like a toppling bus on a sloped hillside,

Delivering it’s passengers to their final destination

With or without pressing their Oyster card against the electronic reader,

Thoughts thunder, reverberating against the lined wood surroundings.

I went with a fight and still I fight now,

I want to wake up.

I only wanted to sleep for one night,

But time passed and arrived at my bedside,

My rage unbridled now my soul is on its way away,

I am alive only with anger, livid with my hands, with all of me,

But above all my gormless heart that refuses silence and peace.

A man sat in pain until he could no longer resist the urge to change his situation. He wanted rest, needed rest, craved rest.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

He took a sleeping pill, it didnt work.

Soon the pill bottle lay empty, but for the cotton wool.

Sleep came, the pain eased, then came the realisation that death had been invited and had arrived.

© Simon Bucknor

And So It Begins…

January 22, 2010

The winter is colder than I remember,

It has shown it has teeth this year,

And sunken them in to all of me I have no cover for,

It is in this time,

When all who have slipped and fallen,

Have risen,

Some with anger, others with the smile of internal embarrassment,

Now walk with recovered esteem,

That I begin again,

With hope in my heart

And my cards falling away from the once tight grip

Closely pulled in to my thick warm knitted jumper

Covering me wholly,

Safely,

Protecting me from the dangers I now open myself to,

Freely and willingly,

With my eyes fixed on a sight,

Way in the distance,

As if I am gazing at tomorrows setting sun today,

I am no longer protected,

I release me,

And so it begins.

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Simon Bucknor 2010