Last Edited Allegory Poems (62)

step into the make believe
footfalling into stones
where memories are citadels
wider than truth
her bones

I never knew the right words
you stole them with your smile
pirouetting effortlessly
some Parisian mile

the timbre of a meadowlark
pillowed under star
looking out for last call
in some forgotten bar

it rises in my dark thought
when my soul is out of tune
your ghost is like my memory
your voice is like the moon

I tried to find you in others
I can't do that anymore
I couldnt find the answers
this side.. of.. the shore

If I could hold
the quill of truth
over the page
of unfolding story

and hold it still
and let the page itself
write the words
of your defining glory

if I could see
the candle
that lights the table
beside your bed

and see that light
in constant fight
against the dousing
tears you shed

but bitter winds
comb the sands
of the fragile breath
that you release

and war minds wait
in the long grass
as foil
against your peace

I would pray
with actions
outside the gate
off all you hold.. most true

and guard from devils
and unworthy men
the very thing
that makes you.. You

I love to see a child cry...
When it's tears of joy pouring from their eyes...
I love to see a child die...
When it's laughter that causes the dying inside...

I love to see a child in pain...
If it's just from the loss of their new toy plane...
I love the sound of a child's screams...
When they wake up realizing it was just bad dreams....

I will cradle you with my comforting arms...
Keeping you safe from the pains and the harms...
I will wash away all your pains of the day...
No matter what you may do or may say....

she was crying
in the sea
unloved and worn
she spoke to me

her heart and boards
were long ripped out
her diesel engine
left in doubt

yet I heard her
heard her true
in her estuary
of blue

I spent a fortune
on her hull
I slept beneath
the dawning gull

weeping wounds
carved by years
open sores
wept salted tears

a friend helped me
with her coat
a rising tide
lifts every boat

and I rescued her
that year
out of wet rot
out of fear

yet twas she
who rescued me
with my work
upon the quay

less days
to think of you
my retro thinking
hours few

the odd bewildered
passerby
would enquire of me
"Why?"

this dishevelled
bearded man
eating something
from a can

I thank the thousands
that walked past
who saw her place in life
as last

they failed to stop
and read the signs
they saw no beauty
in her lines

Cornerless cubes descend perfect transitions...
Landing in perfect positions...
Geometrical-shapeshifter sick tragic visions...
In flawless conditions...

Rigid-bodied dynamics succeed...
Tipless triangles, lines in between...
Square circles...
Round rectangles...
Nothing is ever quite what it seems....

I came from the sea
I came from the sea
is that woman still there
does she still wait on me?

I toiled on the sea
I toiled on the sea
until I took a man's life
who tried to take mine from me

I fled the sea
I fled the sea
and hid inside the bark
of a lonesome tree

until lonlieness
of the mind and heart
did lead me to a door
I didn't want to live
inside a tree anymore

I knocked on a door
and her eyes met mine
and two more below in furs
that took chase
against some distant noise
that wasn't mine or hers

the clock above the mantle
swung its arms around the hours slow
as if by chance
the golden bars
had never been aglow

and as days came and went
as tide outside the door
her loneliness wed mine
and was no more

alas fate did intervene
a year inside our faithful dance
some off duty cop
sniffed something off
at some off duty dance

a smile upon a face
that had never seen a smile before
and my hand in hers
too much for this neighbour to ignore

he made the call and suddenly
all my world
was framed by iron bars
assorted lawyers.. judges.. cars

my story was spun on the lips
of legal spin
how I had killed a man
and robbed him of his kin

his blade to my neck
neither mentioned or reffered
but justice was seen to be done
and thus.. justly served

she waits in dreams
with the boy who calls me fondly.. dad
the only time of love and peace
my madness ever had

The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe...
Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts...
Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time...
Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shine...


I love the feel of stardust when it falls upon my face...
I love to steal the taste you place in places of dark space...
I hate the feel of gravity when it pushes me away...
Away from you, my love so true, away from your embrace....

she looks at me, mid pub, and asks
in a way, rhetorical
as if she knows something
I don't and will never

"why do you live on a boat?"

for the sounds of raindrops
above my sleeping head
for my conversation with dawn
always the same woman
uniquely dressed

for ebb for flow for light
light such as it is
it informs, comforts, and listens
for breeze, whipped

for a wild mirror
pitched at an angle
past me
to show truth

for the lone swan
whose visits mean more
to me than it

for the years that should have taken
yet didn't.

for the woman I'll know I'll meet
who speaks in the dialect
of unaware kindness
dresses in the clothes of realism
and sings in the key of smiling

for ropes for knots
bowline
single sheet bends
carrick bends
reef
anchor hitch

arteries around
this chamber of peace

you and me
sitting on the edge
of memory

the radio sings
about the things
we want to do

your kisses bring
a rising spring
of honeydew

its gonna be a long memory

searching for the taste
of your sweet love

it's been a long time
since I tasted new

a girl like you

you and me
a bittersweet
elegy

the headlights tune
the sun and moon's
durability

and all the world's
a beautiful girl
as far as I can see

its gonna be a long memory
searchin' for the shape
you left behind

the air is blue
and I am too

inside my mind

So you think that perhaps I’ve lost my ability?...
I’m stable, I’ll never lose my agility...
I’m docile, with twisted sick fragile fragility...
But seriously, I’ll twist the best that you can throw at me...

I’m fully accessible to those that can accept me...
For those that can’t, I do have some humility...
I’ll flex what seems inflexible at the moment...
For example, I suffer pondering ‘The Atonement’...

Some here have known me for quite some time now...
Most of you haven’t, ....I feel your highbrow...
It matters not either way what you think...
These wordplay words, are the last missing link....