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Hair today gone tomorrow

Hair today gone tomorrow

09/06/2017

She wore her hair down which would matter if I noticed, I hadn’t.

Her eyes drowned her other exquisite features.

Her perfect curves were unremarkable in comparison.

She was talking, her red lipstick was moving seductively against her teeth.

She’d bit her lip gently and I realised she was waiting for an answer.

Her teeth were snow white.

Her lips were rose red.

I uttered a noise as my voice failed in reply.

Her eyes left mine as she motioned a goodbye.

 

©G.P Williamson 2017

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Fiery Angel

Fiery Angel

03/06/2017

How you rise from my palm face up when I’m alarmed.

Concentrating on the pain, the endurance, again and again.

You rise, I feel the pop as your little legs leave my hand.

The tickle as your wings accidently caress my skin.

Then you heat, you glow.

The burning, oh the burning begins yellow,

then red then not quite white.

I can see softly the hover before a darting flight.

Firelight like a shooting star on it’s way to a target.

Locked on, control gone.

Once it’s released it’s bygone’s be bygone.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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Basic Chaos

chaoslinewalking

13/05/2017

I’m at my worst when I’m crying, breaking and the earth’s shaking.

I’m at my worst when you hurt girls, with no reason why.

They run and hide and I tear inside as the earth opens wide.

I’m at my worst with no goals, seeing shallow souls as no hope grows, and you’re building totem poles?

You’re creating a hierachy?

A regimented scheme of decievers and daydreamers who bully high school kids and none believers?

Kicking and punching as he gasps for air trying to move, no time lapse there.

Be free, let me be, what did I do to you? Why me?

I can’t subsidize the pain inside but climb higher, no higher, you’ll see why.

Let’s take a ride.

You’re gonna look in the mirror and foretell your own suicide.

I’m through saying prayers,

I’m done making pacts,

Here’s my sword laid bare let’s see how the devil reacts.

Spontanious unity how chaos reaches clarity.

Then it’s clear to see how this mix can be the answer to my new found calamity.

Join me.

let’s father the fathers, parent the partners and squash all those petty worthless dramas.

Work alone or in sync I don’t care what you drink,

but if you use poison then make sure you think who you send to the brink.

Existence itself!

A none lyrical metaphor.

There’s no meaning true but…

….more war.

Fighting for things that are what you reap,

That aren’t yours to keep.

When you’ve been digging real deep but still fight in your sleep.

I awoke to a fall the drop screamed through the hall as I bounced off the walls was I there at all?

A dream in a dream my reality everlasting, fictional people all me, who are we casting?

My army eloped because they couldn’t cope, with the P.T.S.D and the lack of clear hope.

They all think it’s a joke.

I’m sorry, you didn’t come for a basic spread.

To read between the lines of the membrane in my head.

You’re not a sheep not easily led.

So let me raise a golden goblet on a chair of fine oak to celebrate your welcome.

Let’s praise your humanity in humouring me and rejoice in splendor and glory.

I’d try harder but in all honesty, you bore me.

Spontanious applause is the end of the story.

G.P Williamson 2017.

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