Intricate Magic

Once upon a time there was a sphere
floating and spinning in the blackest of nights.
On this sphere lived a people whose need to survive depended on a translucent potion which fell from their skies and only their skies .
They also required a rare combination of minerals and vitamins which they could consume from strange creatures which also inhabited this round rock. Some of these creatures even became loyal to them and lived alongside them like family.

These people had an amazing superpower which allowed them to thrive above all creatures and create special crafts that could fly high high and others which could go deep under the translucent basins which dotted their world.
They made special portals which could link their minds over huge spaces and meant that no matter where they went they could speak to whoever they wished.
They could make amazing sounds come out of apparatuses which they fashioned from elements around them. And often they would move involuntarily to these sounds.

Every piece of these people was intricately made and seemed to function as if by …..

“Magic ? Was it magic mother ?”

Of course it was magic my love but the strangest thing about it all is that most of them didn’t believe.

“In magic?”

In anything.

(C) Slumpless

Have no sphere

Hear ye, hear ye !
It’s midnight madness at the house of the damned.
Time to set your clothes on fire and don the filligree garments woven by spiders and embellished by unholy light.
Sparkle and weave your way into the night.
Black roses will beckon you at the door
No need to hold secrets to your skin.
Sin. Sin. We all have here.
Bring all your crazy wishes to the floor
And spin with them awhile.
Let loose the laughter that you once stopped through gritted teeth
The inappropriate guffaw you hushed at the funeral pyre
There is no need to dim desire.
You’re at your Aunty’s so to speak
Crying is for the weak.
The gutteral screams of loss and despair
Hold no flair.
Put them aside at the witching hour
The moonlight will bring forth your power
It’s all, not nothing here
Have no fear.
Time is not a line nor is it fine.
It has a spherical elegance that is hinted at throughout the universe
Such is our curse.
Blind to the now and here.
The sphere. The sphere.
Nevermind my dear
Your eyes have not yet adjusted to this new world.
It’s brave and so are you.
All it takes is a run and a skip.
Welcome child.
Welcome.
(C) Slumpless

Crazy Love 

Don’t press her buttons

Then tell her she’s crazy. 

Don’t let her do everything

Then make her feel lazy.

Don’t make her cry

Then call her a moan

Don’t not listen

Then wonder why she groans.

Don’t shut her out 

Then ask her why she pouts.

Don’t be a dick

And watch that mean mouth.

Don’t call her a bitch

When she won’t have sex

Don’t not call her 

And wonder why she’s vexed.

So many don’t s 

So much to remember

But don’t worry if you can’t

She ‘ll be gone by December

(C)Slumpless

Lifer

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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

Literati



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

					

Witch Way

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Can I dabble in you?

Stick my spoon in and sift through the liquids of your soul?

Your cauldron will bubble

Skin, nails, stubble.

I will scoop at the good bits make them float to the top

But just as you boil over

I will stop.

Simmer. Simmer. Simmer.

You know I go witch way.

That the follicles of your heart

Are mine to control

Along with your soul

And every other inch.

Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.

A bit of this and that

Added to the mix

Stirring you up

You’re froth. Broth.

Moth to my flame.

Bubble. Bubble. Pop.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

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I explained you into something else

How else could I understand you ?

I made excuses for your strange ways

And let the nuances I didn’t understand become mysteries, worthy of my love.

At the end however I realized that you are not an art piece to be deciphered

And that color on a wall does not a picture make.

Your silences are not opportunities for me to read your mind

But chances for blissful peace

So goodbye sunshine. Goodbye rain.

I thought you were a Picasso but you were nothing but a stain.

(C) Slumpless

Trick of the light

A trick of the light silly
When you thought you saw a halo
When you felt the piercing heat, smolder the bones of you.

Oh you knew it even then but you ignored the refracted value of the words that lit up your life.
And then when the clouds came
You feigned surprise as though you had forgotten your jacket not cast it aside.

Silly girl.

I see goosebumps on your arms and shadows in your hair.

No it’s not fair.

Some can bend the rays to their own devices

While you are left in cold,cold slices.

Ham it up all you want.

Pretend you got a fright.

You knew it all along

The tricks of your delight.

(C) Slumpless

I wanted to say I love you

I wanted to say I love you

The words stuck in my craw

Too soon. Too much. Too soon.

The bursting need to utter them

Stutter them.

Stammer. Stammer. Stammer.

The words were a hammer in my soul.

How overwhelming this fire, this desire

I couldn’t lie with you and lie to you

Pretend you are less when you are more

So much more.

How can this be ?

I l ooo…. I can’t. I won’t. I can’t.

So I stare at you in terrible silence

Daring you to say it first

Read my mind, fool!

But you just smile

And I fall deeper.

(C) Slumpless

Care Less

I didn’t realise it but I was waiting.

Waiting for you to shed that brittle skin

To show me someone better

To prove my doubting wrong.

I tried to shrug away your strange behaviour

Those angry outbursts make me cringe.

I tried to justify your lies

Your sideways glances at other women ?

I held back my whinge.

I kept waiting.

Over and over I gave into you.

Then suddenly oh suddenly I became aware

Of that wonderful feeling of “I don’t care”

PS: The funny thing of being able to post this

Is I know you never check my blog

Because on top of being a moron

You are also a self-centered hog 🐗

(C) Slumpless

Rope Hope

Today I learned what it felt like to be alone.

More alone than someone with no one.

The solitude that stops your heart because every person in your life is not really there at all.

Is this a dream I wonder ?

Did I imagine bridges made of stone when in reality there were was only frayed rope?

No hope.

Hopeless.

13 reasons why ? I give you a million.

Made of shrugs, insincere hugs

Righteousness and pontification

SMUG. SMUG. SMUG.

And yet I suppose it’s better to wake up and see that I’m on the edge of a cliff.

And that I have been for a long time.

What’s keeping me here when the love I thought you all wanted has met nothing but ice.

Not nice. Not nice.

Oh well my dears.

I suppose you will tell yourselves you did your best.

Don’t blame yourself. She wasn’t right in the head.

She’s better off….

Don’t worry I won’t do anything “silly” though

Still it’s good to know

That when I needed my blood

You were all no fucking good.

(C) Slumpless

The Rush

Who am I in this sad story ?

The pathetic character that swallows lies like they were made of gin ?

The third wheel in that overused triangle, where everyone is rooting for the other girl ?

Am I heroine or meth ?

Which has the happy ending?

But I must be a fool. I must.

Only a fool would keep going back to barbed wire

Keep touching fire

Yearning for a burning, a bite.

Maybe it’s venom that sustains me

Even though it pains me.

I like your hands around my neck

In between ecstasy and smack.

Keeps me on track. Or off.

Grass is better than tarmac.

I’ll keep running in circles either way.

The air around me pungent with your words.

All absurd

And sweet but not in equal measure

The good old pain/pleasure

The undulating pulse of your tongue.

Wringing.Wringing. Wrung.

Maybe I’m just vapour, a smoke

The joke.

A joint in your story.

A silly pause, where you rested your mouth

Before moving south.

I try to do my steps. To get you out of my system.

But when there is nothing but hush

All I remember is the rush.

(C)Slumpless