Construction

Supports, concrete
bricks and mortar.

A commitment to stand high.
Once built the constant pride and talk.

Such beautiful architecture.

Entwining

Wrapping, twisting.
You have wielded.
The unescapable grasp.
For it can be ran from?

Completely absurd!

Hold fast,
stand strong.
Fallen to my knees i shall be yours,
as you will be mine.

The Electric Vibration

Minds savaged by electronic memories,
microchips,
cyber-life.

The addictive state of refresh and wait.
Is this a challenge of social acceptance or an excuse to skip certain tasks?

Tap,Tap,Tap.
Click.
Enter, Space.

Keys to another world.
Enter our generation.

Progression

Two become one,
Time's become days.
I become you,
You become me.

Were baking this cake,
The smell of it is electrifying.

Now were sharing slices.

Roundabout

Dangerous to wait on one.
Non-Linear.
A long way round.

My Life Packed

My life in boxes - I'm moving out.
My life in bags - I'm going home.

Bad Dreams

Run, Run as fast as you can.

Fresh

No preparation, straight from the bag.
No dressing required, naked works well.
Straight up on a plate, ready to be consumed.

Ringing Sound

I've been calling you everyday for the last 3 months.
You've left me on hold for too long now.
I'm just leaving a voice-mail; the reason i rang in the first place, isn't valid now.

Conclusive

End of 3 book series.
from now is literature from day to day.

no book, no chronicle.
litrature of its own accord.

enjoy.

Book End

That's it from Exceptional Unshared Feeling.

The Cover Art -

Arteries

29th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-

Lying in that hospital bed.
Being measured by machines.
Your face over-looking.

It reminded me of how I always imagined my failed ending.
One thing was wrong though:

You were there.


The doctors would be dazed if you were present at the heart readings.


As I entered surgery – I wish I wouldn’t arise,
They woke me of that empty sleep.

As I smelt you, I felt your self-assurance,
My wish.


But you arrived, collected me –
As if I was your’s to guard.
I became your’s again.



You fiddle with my wires, reprogramming and adjusting.
You work into me.
Termination now!
Please.
You’re breaking me like a china doll being over dressed.


Are you even true?

Mating Season

28th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-
Through transitions and emotions.
Days and nights.
Fate or coincidences?
The flock of seagulls screaming, hurling towards the ocean.
The great deep of unknown.
Crashing waves and strong winds blowing through the lightest of feathers.
Gliding gently through the air as if the sky was never touched.

Slow segregation the feathered beasts find partners.
For it is the season.
The sun shines and all are happy,
Happy gliding and flying through the skies virginity.


One has found a pond, a lake, a loch.
Floating as a single feather.
Alone,
Floating.
As a boat in a bathtub.
Being pushed around by the careful fixed motion of the waves.
Alone.
Birds, floating with
But ethnic to him.
Blue, grey, white, black.
Floating alone.


The flock flies in pairs,
Dancing through the air.
The pas de deux, so elegant and defined.

This single bird cannot be involved.
Alone, floating, gliding.


For this bird wished he had no wings,
No beak,
No feathers.
This bird just wants to be choreographed into this pas de deux.

-This bird can’t dance.

Lost Track

27th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling


-x-

Spinning clock hands,
Not time state whatsoever.
I lost track when we met.

I lost sleep – over the way I thought.
More sleepless nights – dreaming of you.
But that’s all you are: a dream.


I would love to escape,
In a holiday or just somewhere distant from you.
I need to destroy this dream I have plastered, chiselled in my mind.

You shouldn’t be anymore a dream –
Either reality or absent.

Nets

26th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-

The view through the window is but a silhouette.
No face, no feature.
A shape.
I pretend it’s you for a slight second-
Then I realize I am ridiculous for something so
Unrequited.

Hold Me At Night?

25th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-

People dancing with others,
Their dance- that’s so convincing.

It's beautiful-
How they just reflect one another.

A new step,
A new move.
Swinging back and forth.

Then they grasp one another.


Supporting everything, they work together.
A dance which could only be possible with happiness,
Trust
And commitment.

I stand alone.
Watching the dance commence.

A simple bystander to the ball.
Waiting for a partner,
To support and commit.

The dance flows without me.

Cowarding Flesh

24th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-


You’re the unexpected.
The uninvited.

You’re the emotions of negativity.
The taste of immortality.


Run now my steed, we must leave.
I wanted a companion, I shan’t greave.

Every freckle unordered covering your flesh.
There all cowards and they make you who you are.

Early Nocturnal in Houses of Parliment

23rd  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling





-x-

Lying on a bed of leaves,
Covered by a wall of trees.
Sheltered by the Thames,
In the home of pm’s.

You told me
“hold me”.


So I did.



I heard the beginning of the harmony,
I let go before it hit me.


It hurt.


I now sound so desperate,
You never sung with me.





You were reluctant.



So I sung the song that you had made me bounteous with.
The song is one sided, no?
It was but a song that hit me as hard as you did.
Through the chorus I hear your wings;
Slipping,
Flapping,
Flying.

Through the verse I plea,
The lamb bleats as I let the jaws of the wolves penetrate.

For once the moon has sat with the sun,
No stars are rancid.




I see your armour shine one last time.
Then we become but a myth.
Another story;
 Lying on a bed of leaves,
Covered by a wall of trees.
Sheltered by the Thames,
In the home of pm’s.

Finale “read to him”

22nd  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

-x-

You constantly remind me, your only a friend.
Your orange choppy hair and your cute unordered freckles.


I sit mainly in silence with you.
I’m too afraid to speak sometimes.
Afraid I might slip the words “I Love You” into a sentence.

I know now though,
Really I do. I think you know now -
But I really can’t tell you those explicit words.
I’m better off savaging my own heart out than letting you do it for me.


You intrigue me to the bone,
Right in the core of every vein,
every vessel,
every crevice of my mind.

You amuse me with your “contemporary” whit.




Given half a chance,
I would of entered your core. I would of desecrated every emotion of glee you had.

You’ve done it now.
You’ve really struck me.
You’ve played the card.
It is but a card that is useless as the joker in the pack.

This time I reject you,
You’ve gone bust, I chuck the “Friend card” back at you.


I’m Not LETTING GO OF HOPE.


You’re truly Captivating.


My Calculations are impossibly useless now.

Perjury

21st Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

-x-

But does he know how you take your coffee?
Does he really know, what side of the bed you sleep?
Are you lying to him?
Are you lying to me?

For you are as unhappy as I am
And your lying to yourself.

Is this simply a rebound?

Are you trying to play god,
Levelling the scales yourself?


You will not find sympathy from me.

As much guilt that lays heavy in my cave,
I find this situation simply sinister.

They Assist The Core Destruction

20th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

-x-



I remember what it feels like to be wanted,
To have a companion.
That feeling is fading in the mist.



I wish that I could have someone back
Or of course someone fresh and natural.
I search every book, fact and fiction.
I see no answer for this reality.


They all complain:
The little things
The minors.

They all complain:
The big things
The unbelievable.

Their all wanted
But they don’t appreciate,
Their not grateful.



I’ve wrecked my mind, destruction inwards and
downwards centre.


Empty end’s of rainbows.

No treasure in the pyramids.

No art in the Saatchi.



All those “lovers”,
All the “couples”.
All their disconnection from others life’s.
Sometimes as much as I find happiness within their aura,
I wish death on every ungrateful soul.

Maybe you call me selfish?

I call it the scales levelling out.