Black marks on white paper. Poem or picture . .

Vidigal

 

2009

 

Lucy died

Dennis cried

 

We all tried

 

 

Your death has made us stronger

No longer haemorrhaging

Emotion

 

For that tormented spirit

Trapped on the foreign side

Of that fine line

 

 

Find peace now

Gentle soul

 

Made brute

By your subject

 

 

Walk softly

She is here

Under toe

The flowers grow.......

 

Twixt root and rubbish

My love lies

Broken

 

Meandering

I would love for you to see

 

How ecstasy

Lies in my head

How lust avoids the bed

For better or for worse the hearse

Comes too quickly for the dead

 

I would love to feel your form

Taste your aura

Sacrifice

Myself

Again

And again

Maybe this time.....

There will be no pain.......

RELATION

Necessity commands

Contentment follows

Audacity demands

Resentment swallows

Fill her needs

Grow the seeds

Die and be forgotten

Quick

I insist

You resist

The healing

To consume your pain

The pity

To ignite

Your brain 

Tricks

When all the tricks are spent

And tongues can’t repent

 

I’ll still be there

Giving vent

Waiting

 

Waiting

Giving vent

You’ll still be there

 

And tongues won’t repent

When all your tricks are spent

moving

Road kill

New thrill

Afterlife

Without

A wife

Trust