Short poems

Above all else.

Above all else.

10/06/2018

My hands feel their way.

They don’t need you for me to know my place.

My tongue doesn’t need you for me to know what I dislike.

My diary doesn’t need you to fill it in.

My heart doesn’t need you for me to love myself.

I want you.

I don’t need you.

Above all else.

© G.P Williamson 2018

 

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Tom Orrow

How I bind thee.

How I bind thee.

09/06/18

A lack of ropes keeps me tied up or rather it doesn’t as the confusion binds me.

Restless and endless I notch and churn.

Dispondant, displacent, uncharacteristically warm.

A lack of ropes and still you fall for my charm.

A short tale of Tom Orrow and that girl from the barn.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Disgraceful.

Disgraceful.

07/6/2018

The disgraceful face of an angel rains manicures to pedestal faces.

Gives more than he takes and races eagles in second place.

She watches you win and smiles a rue truth.

Divine inspiration.

A pulled tooth.

Capitulate arbitrarily, leave me alone unnecessarily.

Rise with ambiguity and take your packed cases.

The disgraceful face of an angel rains manicures to pedestal faces.

You lay like sarcophagus that struts its stuff when stuck in a rut.

Stop screaming and accept my love.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

No choice in your voice.

No choice in your voice.

07/06/18

You’re the aphrodisiac they never told me about.

The one you don’t ingest but gets in there anyway.

Somehow with vicinity the pores pen and doors of the mind crumble like negativity unrumbles and chords of desire pull taut.

Like I’m centre stage and you’re the consort I never knew existed.

Like Brexit and the millionaires who secretly enlisted.

The testosterone forgets home and again I’m single and alone in your voice.

I have no choice.

I have no choice.

© G.P Williamson 2018   <– Hit for Instagram.

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Wonderwhy by Hopeful Joe

Wonderwhy by hopeful Joe.

28/05/2018

Today was gonna be the day that you’ll end up speechless too.

By now you should of some how realised what you cannot do.

I don’t believe that anybody can say what they want to now.

Backbeat the words were on the street but the fire in my heart’s not out.

I’m sure you’ve heard t all before but even you had your doubts.

I don’t believe that any of them would’ve ever let Tommy out, release him now.

And all the roads we have to walk are judgemental and all the lies that leave us here are governmental.

There are many things that I would like to say to you but I’m not allowed to, because maybe. Tommy should be allowed to say things, because after all, he spoke for us all.

Today was gonna be the day but they’ll never throw it back to you.

By now you should have some how realised what you’re not to do.

© G.P Williamson 2018    << Hit for Instagram.

 

 

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Insane Bolt.

Insane Bolt.

27/05/18

She crashes and flashes without care this humongous white giant of electric air.

A powerhouse current of oblivianic proportions,

The mother of lost souls.

The keeper of abortions.

Raised souls long gone, hair raising talons of daughter and son.

Fountain claws and mismatched paws.

She screams and comes with wild white jaws.

Off with roofs and down with trees.

Human dust with backhand ease.

Awakened skies, awakened nights.

Blackened souls with jet white eyes.

© G.P Williamson 2018             <<<< Hit for Instagram.

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I don’t need it.

I don’t need it.

21/05/18

You can let me breath.

Release your grip.

Become tender, ease off a bit.

I need space, I need room.

I’m independent.

Kaboom!

Your choices, your decisions, your life.

It’s not mine, I don’t want twice.

It’s yours, live it, dream it and believe it.

Keep your choices for you alone.

I don’t need it.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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