Prosecco…

The sky and everything beneath it was pitch black, except for the stars.

Offering millions of tiny distant glimmers of hope, or so it would seem.

This was a place where all would be blind to their surroundings.

The dim yet full moon was smothered in thick black clouds.

I was looking all around me in strickened panic.

Normally you would expect to hear the howling of wolves but even they must have been frightened.

The distant roar of the thunder was echoing through the meadows and each time the sound erupted it became a little bit louder.

As too my heart beat became faster and harder and faster and harder.

The tiny stars became coated in the dark clouds so were barely even visible now.

A drop of sweat came down from my forehead, and another.

Then the lightening came. Bright forks lit up the skies like a calling from god.

I took a step forwards along the path to what could be the end of my destiny and the rain began to fall heavily upon me from above.

It seemed I was deep in the shit of the heavens when suddenly the forceful winds came in to join in these harsh dances of mother earth.

And then the biting cold came too and it seemed it could freeze the center of the sun.

And the rains became hail.

And the full force of the winds spewed the icy hail into my face; cold, stinging and sore.

My body was shivering and my teeth where chattering. I continued to walk towards my uncertain fate

My mind in heightened awareness of an already vivid scene, I felt trapped outside like something was keeping me here.

I was dreaming of home and sunshine and days at the beach drinking prosecco with strawberries in the glass underneath a clear blue sky; the sand between my toes…

But I had to stay focused. I continued again to walk on, the muscles in my calf’s straining, my clothes wet and the lightening coming closer still.

After the sky was once again illuminated by lightening I could hear the loud crack and thud of a tree falling not all that far away from me.

The thunder roared even louder than before and I thought my heart would jump right out of my chest and onto the floor.

I fell to my knees and screamed at the sky and prayed for god to save me from this treacherous disaster.

Another fork of lightening came and another crack. A tree was falling above me from beside the path.

I was out cold…

And then…

I awakened, I slowly opened my eyes but all was a blur, I screamed with all my might.

A blurred woman in blue came and told me “everything will be ok”

I was in a hospital. I layed back and tried to overcome the aftermath of what had happened.

I tried to relax and looked out the window.

There was a storm outside…

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Shattered hearts…

As shattered hearts will fall apart no matter who you are

so many battered souls in this world will show the scars

why are we all so cold the goal was different at the start

the fascinating misery will issue thee a card

 

it seems so hard to hold a dream if deemed a difficult mind

the gleaming light of distant streams replenish all the signs

to quench the thirst of desperate hope if I could be refined

I’d mention love to be reality to be too kind

Little words…

As all the little words will come in ease to cleanse the mind

I find my mind is quite at loss I believe my peace I’ll find

I’m cross still me I’ve paid my dues in ways to pave the lies

To come anew and lose my blues and truly come refined

 

As dominoes will fall in wavy lines my fate aligns

To find a bride perhaps to get my shit to come in time

My love is lost at quite a cost across my life I’ve tried

To fail and never get the girl oh why am I denied…

Bus stop…

The smell of petrol fumes in the air masked my aftershave. The time was quarter passed two in the afternoon.

Over on the other side of the road was another bus stop. Cars, bikes and motorcycles were continuously zooming passed and even though I had been waiting for nearly half an hour now, it appeared that any bus was yet to come.

After all it was a Sunday.

The creeping threat of rain and the cold wind kept me in a petulant suspense.

The (dare I say) younger of the two ladies on the other side of the road kept standing up and sitting down as if she was playing a rather stagnant game of musical chairs. And no matter how many times she stood up and looked to the right again she could not summon the bus anymore quickly.

The older girl seemed keen to chat to her but she was seemingly and deliberately sat further down the stop as to avoid all the small talk and chitter chatter.

To be honest I felt sympathetic towards the older girl as she must have been lonely. Perhaps her husband had died. I pondered on this and soon began to question the solidarity of my own mortality.

I was soon distracted as my bus had finally arrived. I stood up and stuck out my hand. I was very much looking forwards to a cup off hot coffee and some chocolate biscuits.

After all there is no place like home…

Loneliness (Sonnet)…

As love is lost and never comes to me

The cost of bitter life in crazy walls

I close my eyes to joy as tears may fall

although my eyes are dry so I may breathe

 

Relax and stay a while as longing seeds

Of deeds may shoot to flower, fruit and be

Of praise and wonderment so slim and tall

The waves of doubt will spread and knock them all

 

And back and forth and round and round it seems

And loneliness my friend on whom I call

to be my lover true it has been deemed

to death we both will wonder slow and sure

 

And as my muse a faded glance or cry

I know to not be loved but to despise

 

 

Lord knows (Sonnet)…

As time will change my eyes to dimmer hues

Of reds and blues to grays of distant shades

My brains by rage and ways of hate; consumed

I stay remaining hazed in bitter age

 

The lines will fade as circles turn to choose

The same ol’ fate too late to come anew

And well, inside this cage of mental states

I wait and wait and wait for it to break

 

I’ve tried Lord knows I’ll go to hell confused

My aches and pains deranged for heavens sake
My plate is full, I have a roof, I’m tame

And yet I feel frustrated and abused

 

I’ve tried Lord knows I’m slow to grow my joy

To tune the chords so I can be destroyed…

A cafe…

As soon as I opened the door I noticed the selection of gooey and colorful cakes in the cafe counter. I was terrified as I had only just began a low fat – low sugar diet.

I approached the que to the cafe counter and had a look around.

This place was smothered in pink paint and the furniture was plain in mahogany colors.

The sounds of clinking cups and customers chattering all merged into a blur suddenly fading as the dominating roar of coffee being made was the only sound which then faded into footsteps along the hard wood floor and keen writers typing away in their blogs and half finished projects on their laptops.

It was finally my turn to order and the pleasant warm aroma of ground coffee beans lured me into ordering a dark chocolate mocha. However I managed to resist the strawberry cheesecake, donuts and profiteroles which seemed to speak my name and scream at me to eat them.

The waitress smiled. She was in her early twenties. She was tall, thin and had long blond hair. After I had paid she said she would bring my drink over to me and smiled again.

I walked away and sat down at one of the tables, the chairs were very comfortable.

I looked up at the pink bookshelves and noticed a variety of neatly arranged books and board games, this place was homely.

I stood up and picked out a book of selected poems and sat down to await my hot dark chocolate mocha.