There’s a hunger deep within calling me,
a voice I can’t quite hear.
My desire for something that isn’t free
is binding me to my need.
There’s a need I have that can’t be satiated,
it calls to you I know.
It tricks me because it needs to be fed,
it tells you I want you.
There’s a want in me that cannot be seen,
a lust that can’t be tamed.
It doesn’t care for truth or what has or hasn’t been.
its just starving for flesh.
Feed me.
Poem twenty six http://napowrimo.com
10:02 all over the world,
its coming.
It’s summertime and
the cult is breeding.
A solitary music box opens,
a circle game begins.
Let me be your lady for today
in the chemical world.
I’m drowning in a tunnel…
The bombs have fallen.
Poem twenty three http://napowrimo.com
Constrained and bound,
Beholden,
Held at ransom.
Every decision governed,
Free will removed,
Choices stolen.
It’s ‘for the best’
‘The only way’
‘My best chance’
I’m suffocating,
Suffering,
Rejecting the truth.
And in time I breathe,
The air is clear,
The chains unwind.
Poem twenty-two http://napowrimo.com
A son is carved from fathers love and
Moulded by his hate and indifference,
A mother watches patiently and aches.
Her arms grow weak from holding them up
and her back sore from their burden.
She weeps tears for a future that
though unwritten is set in stone.
What is just in grasp seems so far away,
what can’t be seen seems so near yet
I cannot reach it.
The never-ending torment of frustration is eased
by each shuffling step,
Each worn out sign is rewarded by
a nearing, a getting closer, an almost there
Until…
‘This counter is now closed, Thankyou’
Poem twenty http://napowrimo.com
I forgot to write a poem yesterday,
Been reprimanding myself this eve,
I promised not to forget come what may,
To write the words that I really believe,
In order to say what I mean.
Poem nineteen http://napowrimo.com
The weight of words I want to say
is pressing down on me.
A familiar sound, face or voice
and suddenly you’re there.
I feel your presence though it can’t be true.
Every fleeting glance in a crowd
reminds me I should be looking.
Searching for something that can’t be found.
I look at a vast sky that houses us both,
and wonder silently where you are.
I will you to call out to us.
Every month that goes by you recede further,
to unknown corners of my memory.
I fear a day when you are lost completely.
Till then I am just searching for someone who can’t be found.
Poem eighteen – http://napowrimo.com
Guitar starts strumming,
Drums start crashing
And hips start shaking.
Come on down girl,
The night’s young,
The beats beginning.
Move towards the promise
Of an answer and a smile,
And don’t forget to dance.
Poem seventeen – http://napowrimo.com
On a grey old spring day
a girl plays a song,
playing it her way.
Everyone sings along.
He looks at her face,
thinking she looks lonely,
will she take her place?
He hopes & wishes if only.
A laughing face gleams
at the girl & boy sittin’
to onlookers it seems
she’s well & truly bitten.
Blue and New 
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