Saturday 9 May 2009

Harmony

I tread
With harmony footsteps
And wonder
Why
There are voices
Shouting
Inside the cerebral
Taunting
Haunting
Unforgiving
Pills applying
A bucket of water
Filled with salt
Assault
A cult
Firing bullets
Dye
The colour of deeds
Hatred of life
Its time to move on
To the next
Indentation to temple
Resemble
The after life
Why does no one recognise me?
See
The true cue ball
Whose pockets I aim for
To score
A direct
Without touching sides
Do not abide
The dangerous
Wrinkled hand
Profound
As it is, I am
The cataracts
That deems me blind
If you go away
I will sway in the wind
As pronounced
By you.
I know no other direction
Only where the lines push
And I cry
With tears of acceptance
To drown
In a
A
A
Scream
WHY ME?
And then the water is calm
And they embalm
The mummy
That she was to me
Entombed
I stare at her dead eyes
With fires
I can not recognise
So the time has passed
So she went before me
Nothing less to be
Nothing left for me
I approached
Everything I ever wanted
And it fell
On
I said
It fell on
I said
It fell on
I said
Footsteps
Harmony
I tread


M j martin

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