tblackwater
"I am the sea at night."All works by me unless stated otherwise.
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Piece
There is a -
Space
A void
A gap
A missing piece
As if the jigsaw were whole
Once.
I mourn this piece
For I know not what it was
Only that it no longer is.
Lioness
I was disappointed
Disappointed in a way I never had been before
I gave you my love and support
And you gave me your best
But your best
Through no fault of your own
Could not contend
You were robbed
Of what should have been yours
And despite what happened between us
You still have
Me
Subversive social commentary
...we’re fucked.
Be still
There is beauty in silence
Yet you force me to speak
Your awkwardness deafening
Your inability to just
Be still
And take in the nothing.
The absence itself has form
You just need to find it.
What’s for dinner?
It bubbles away
Like a pot in the background
Simmering over flame
It’s almost audible.
Tucked away for safe keeping
In the kitchen
Boiling.
The flavours getting stronger
And stronger
Intensifying.
I can feel the heat
Rising
Roaring
It burst out of the pot
Demanding my attention.
I turn
And there’s only the pot,
Quietly bubbling away.
No stones thrown
I can taste the air.
Soil and water,
The light of a star,
Life givers.
The heat radiates inside you
You take my breath away
Make me perspire
But I can’t leave.
I saw hello to all inside
Whispering and caressing
Rewarded with treasures
Shining and bold.
The cage
Who let you
Out of your cage?
Locked away,
Yet with no key,
So this could never happen.
Though how does one truly cage
The intangible.
I am you made flesh.
Perhaps I then am the one who should be caged,
Locked away together.
Perhaps to let you out
Would in fact hold you.
Perhaps this is your poison speaking already.
The rising dark
You rise again
Old friend
It had been some years since
Your darkness graced my door.
I see you have the other dark with you
What of our agreement
What of the words we spoke
Our decision to go
Our separate ways
To no longer continue our involvement.
So why,
Do I find you here
Now
Like unwelcome peddlers,
Pests.
Filth!
Ah, I see the infection is spreading already
I will not go gently
Even though you’ve come in force
We’ve danced this dance before
Let’s hope this new partner
Knows the steps
Do I exist if they no longer see me Am I the tree In the proverbial wood. Do they forget what they no longer view In the stream Like the fish within the herons shadow. Do I leave their thoughts Like the night As soon as the sun has risen. Am I out of my mind When I am out of theirs Was I out of mine To leave.
Lo, does the world not shift and move,
When you release your focus,
Do the plates not slide,
When you stop,
Does it not bubble, blister and wave,
Eluding to something behind that fragile curtain,
Do you see their trails,
Is it you who holds your own reality.
PerfuME
My fragrance cannot be replicated
It is always with me
It comes from my toil
And from my love
It’s there in the cold
And the heat
It comes from me
And flows onto others
My fragrance is mine
And I am my fragrance
Begun
I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.
Leave the past behind you
Stories from a thousand years and more Lurk behind me My back turned to the past This seems all very metaphorical Though in reality This is just where I chose to stand. Sometimes the meaning isn't hidden Sometimes it's not even there Sometimes you just have your back turned.
I stand and lean
Against
Ancient granite.
Ancient by the standards of my short life.
Another waits a stride away
Seems this is the place.
Who knows how many have done this
Who knows how many will after I'm gone.
She takes a step closer
And fixes her eyes my way
I look up and smile
She's looking past me
Which I'm glad of
This is a time of leaning
Not of interaction.
She takes a step closer
Still looking past me
We wait together
Though entirely separately.
I reflect as I write
And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.
There's no message here
Just narration.
Are you prepared for this undertaking?
You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness
I, dormouse
This is no kind of life For we are all dormice Being torn from our love To squirrel away all our lives Working at something we didn't choose To bring us shelter And brief glimpses of what it all could be Never able to keep what we collect for the proverbial rainy day. Because it was said And so written We gain nothing but the next day And is that enough To go to our graves Being forever owed From the previous ones toil. I dare say not. Even rebellion would lead to the same end And there is no solace to be found in that. Perhaps I should leave then Sail the seas And walk the paths of my forebears But with that comes the paradox Of not being able to afford my shelter or sustenance I would surely come to the end much sooner Than if I had remained that timid dormouse Once again Squirrelling away for the Never ending winter
Still sailing
The reef cracked my hull Yet I sail on My hold has begun to fill Yet I sail on The cabin is splintered, destroyed Yet I sail still Strakes fractured Sails are tattered Yet on I go And as I watch the last slow match fall I pray none of the powder is dry
Tunnel vision
The darkness creeps in Again Blood in my mouth Whiskey chaser Cuts on my hand I remember nothing. What happened? I spark the lighter To get some air And push the darkness away. I breath out Just grey All around me grey Different hues through the smoke Depression, sadness, boredom The darkness cowers in the corners Trying to hide The tiniest speck of light Somewhere in the distance.
Untitled #4
Blue meets blue And I stare Enamoured By the joining of the two
Smoke
This city makes me Angry Not at any one particular thing Or things It just makes me feel angry. There's a hostility to this city. And I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. I've realised I need the calm The open. I feel older after one hour here I feel threatened and on edge Eyes constantly darting, Checking light and shadow alike Fearful of nothing And the potential for anything Wolves in sheeps clothing. This is not living It's surviving But surviving to get by.
Send help
Lying at once Both prostrate And supine This sleep has become a contradiction Spinning round This waking rest Is more restless Than my time spent awake
#notastalker
I follow you You don't know it But You hold the weight of my life In your unknowing I want you to know, And yet, To know would be the end. So I stay myself And I follow You
Blerp
Everything was different, I wish I could say Now it's all the same, But no such luck Or maybe that is lucky. It's hard to tell When it's all in flux. Gains and losses Can't be measured Using any known system Only the feelings of Pain and joy
The spectator
I feel Old And through that age I feel Alone Yet not lonely More like I've been taken somewhere I never asked to go And left there But still in full view Of everyone
En résponse à l'amour
La mer Mon cœur,
A most placid violence A savage calm A longing stems from that place A most elegant love A most crippling fear One boys fascination Becomes a mans obsession Growing and changing And boiling and writhing Until Until Still. Back to that time Remember The time before the start Before the first ripples spread Before the tempest that is both terror and euphoria takes hold. You are quite simply ‘Freedom’ Expressed most paradoxically.
Être immobiles mon cœur battant.
TwentySeven
I drift silently Like blood through water The purest pollution. Confined to a bottle With no shore leave I float My only aim is to wait To make it out Whole And no longer diluted.