When I find myself in the midst of groggy strife.
When I can’t even see the sky for the black
I listen. I listen.
To the thumping drum ,the melodic hum.
It resonates with my soul
Takes the dust from my eyes
Lets me see heaven.
So when I feel choked with life’s regrets and woes
When all I see is darkness.
The cure. The fix.The trick.
Is music, music,music.
(C) Slumpless
I scrambled into the derelict halls of you
And wove through the scattered rubble of your heart
Siphoning blood in hopes that you would..
You might..
Never mind. I was going elsewhere
I was moving up
Your clavicle was my trampoline
Up up I soared
To the complex tunnels in your head
Wandering there instead
It’s heaven up here. And Hell.
Too much going on to tell
Do you love me ?Or am I insane
There are no clues in your busy brain
And now I’m lost in this terrible maze
Those horrible hours melding into days.
Then suddenly I find myself moving south
Lolling in your exquisite mouth
A sudden jerk , I feel a lunge
From your body I am expunged.
I lie in dribble on the floor
The mystery of you is no more
I saw your innards , I thought I was a lifer
But your thoughts I could not decipher
That time inside took its toll
I never made it to your soul
Perhaps it’s better never to find
What goes on in a lover’s mind.
(C) Slumpless
I longed for you through inky night and harsh sunlight I called on the stars to help me. I summoned the winds to bring you near. My every thought was spattered with you Scattered by you. Your effervescent tongue had awakened every nerve. I felt flooded by your spirit Engulfed by your soul. And then it stopped. I stopped. And you called. (c) Slumpless
No need for flowers When your words build towers. If meaning is conveyed All is not lost Complexity does not always a poet make. Yes there is beauty in finding the perfect word The perfect formation A superb creation Those words that leave literati gasping But joy can also be found in beautiful simplicity In a thought not over-processed, not pulverised One whose very essence remains untouched One that reaches the masses, all the classes That speaks for us all That has us enthralled So fear not Or compare your words with others Do not seek to alter your voice. Yes this is a craft But one of many forms Of many facets And yours has assets Of its own. (c) Slumpless Originally posted 15.06.16
I followed the wind today If it can make haste Then so must I. I rode its unpredictable back An elemental goddess in my prime. I moved with the leaves Swept willingly along the path. They danced jigs around my feet, my head I was crowned their Queen. Me? A Queen! I felt all the power of the gusts inside me. A whirling dervish, hovering above ground Nothing but the sound of leaf adulation Oh what a sound! Yesterday I trudged through mud Pulled my collar up against the draught Sighed as the leaves stuck to my shoes. Heard nothing but howling. But today at last I will not freeze I will harness the power of that wonderful breeze. (c) Slumpless
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And I forgot you Or rather, my skin did And that was what my mind needed too To not need you. There were no longer welts of desire on my breasts It's all for the best I suppose. Who knows ? Me. I do. I knew. I do feel lighter..brighter And I wonder how I could have ever let myself become so weak? Bleak. Those languid, legs of yours Draped over mine. Drinking wine. As if you really wanted to own me Phoney. Fake. Take. Take. Break. I thought I was in control. but I lost my soul All the things that gave me joy Abandoned for a boy. A toy. A thief. Because you stole from me. You did. Every last quid. Every piece of gold that made me bold. Then you handed out crumbs to a starving heart. Knowing I would play the part. Dangle Trying to wrangle Food from your palms. Morsels of loving goodness that I would lap up like a cat. But there was no love. Just game. I was another name. Another crazy girl. Because that's what you'll tell the next one As I beg for you to keep me in your life. You'll roll you eyes at her about how lame I am. And she'll laugh a little.Nervously like I did. She'll wonder. Ponder. But only for a minute Because you won't let her think. Not for a second. You will smother her with your weighty arms All those little love charms. And by the time the truth hits her ears There will be too many tears. Anyway it all comes out in the end. And that's when you run. No more fun. Not when we all see you for what you do.. Oh but the return to peace from pieces Is worth the hiss. The calm bliss of a mind not tormented by a million questions To which you shrugged. The worst part is that I thought I had no limits. No quits. That I was the definition of a masochist. I couldn't be a heroine ? Addict. Addicted. To you. But suddenly it stopped. You dropped like a bag of stones. Bones. Off my radar you went. When you had spent me. And I guess I'm glad. Because I don't feel sad. I feel nothing. Nothing. I was after all. Nothing. To you. (c) Slumpless
