Fairy Tales

The older we grow

The littler we become.

Hormones, beards, breasts.

Yearning for fairy tales.

Decay

Prickly like the hair

Growing under your skin,

Unseen

Building link after link,

Till one day 

You see it sprout.

A slow passage of what-nots

That erase you

Quietly.

In your firmament

Of burning ambition

You've missed it.

What's been hiding

In plain sight,

Conspiring

In dark and light,

In shade and gleam

To catch you unawares.

Fear

You've seen him differently in all your days
Sometimes on a hot noon
He’d stand at the edge of a rooftop
Hanging dangerously low
In a skyline melting
With childhood colours.

Sometimes he’d slink toward you
In a dark alley
Winding down a youth
You could have never dreamed of.

Once he stopped you on a busy road
Jam-packed with noise and smells
Cars swerving to avoid
The collision.
A collapse.

He looked you in the eye and said
“Do not fear me.”

Window

Tiny chink of muddy light

In a room

Of darkness

Within a room.

What use is this view

To one who 

Has closed eyes

And glimpses anew

A patch of cover?

Green gold mists

Of blue shrouds

Red glitzy

Gusty crowds

Awork in factories

Of thoughts

Asleep in minds

With knots

Of a million winters.

Someone came

Suddenly a'knocking

Down walls

And cracking

Glass shards 

Of light into

The window

Anew

With sound and fury.

Fortress breached is fortress lost.

What's lost is given.

Sunlight from a Fading Afternoon

One thing, 

One thing alone is all

You're allowed.

One thing to keep.

One thing to hide.

What then?

Would you unravel the sunlight

From an afternoon like me?

Fold the fading beams

And roll them into a ball

Tight enough to keep warm?

Crawl in the damp 

To find the last of all

That is bright?

Or would you let them go?

Into the void 

To diffuse into darkness

Unrecoverable?

Ships sailing into the sun

Burning till the edge.

Howl

There's blood in my eyes

And on my hands.

Blood, thick, like soup on concrete.

And a howl in the air.

A howl in the light.

A howl in my head.

"Wait awhile"

"I'm sorry"

"Let me think"

There's blood on my knees.

And on my feet.

Blood, wet, like water only heavier.

And a howl in my ears.

A howl in the trees.

A howl in my skin.

Tomorrow

Sometimes I think
Tomorrow might feel left out
In a world that goes gaga
Over Yesterday.

Yesterday's troubles,
Yesterday's memories,
Yesterday's joys and miseries.

Yesterday. Yesternight.
Yesteryear.
Yesteruniverse.

Yesterdays are everywhere
And every time I see one
I have to say "Hello"
For Yesterday is a melancholy chap.

Tomorrow, is crazy.
Absolutely lunatically insane.
Tomorrow is happy
And you know how everyone's scared of
The happy folk.

Tomorrow is difficult
To pull into a conversation
For Tomorrow doesn't seem to have a mind
As made up as Yesterday's.
Maybe, Tomorrow doesn't have a mind at all.

One day I met a Tomorrow
In a restaurant,
Eating and drinking to oblivion.

I asked Tomorrow if it had plans
To which I was given
A smile and a wink.
"Maybe."
"But I'm not quite sure what."

It's hard to write about Tomorrow.
You never seem to have enough.
That's funny because
Tomorrow is quite colourful from afar.

Yesterday sat alone, smoking
And everyone flocked to have a bite of
That placid philosophy.

Tomorrow was busy living
What Yesterday could never explain.
A cool blue glass of New.
Cherry on top.

Szerelem

That which is discovered in the dark
Corners of a city,
Bearing fruit at the edge of winter.
A sudden slap of gusty wind
From the belly of sleeping waters
Leaves too eager to wither.
A night! A night!
Of boundless ecstasy
In a place without a name.
A different world to this
Unruffled on top
Like the wildness of the tame.
Sitting pensive in a corner
Of conscience too long
Covered in silk and fur
Drowned in waters now gone
With the thirst of an age
Of damnation and war.
The earth now sleeping in snow
Now shivering awake
To open one huge red eye
To notice you, that you
That walks in a daze
And remembers everything but the 'I'.