Some of Sparkies Poetry
 

YOU STILL LIVE IN ME

I drive past your home at midnight, Just to feel the essence of your body in that house.
Your car parked outside makes the space in me loud, But my apologies remain quiet as a mouse

The air that you breathe in this suburb,
Eventually comes down my lungs too
And the red light you stopped for this morning
Is the same green that let me pass through.

Your designated seat on the red and grey retreat
Is one I delighted in stealing.

But its not like before, when you’d wrestle me to the floor
And banish every other feeling.

A love in my eyes for a man I despise is a habit I’d tried hard to break
Your devotion still haunts me,
And your protection is a warranty that is still very hard not to take.

Mr. I'm sorry I forgot your love
 

Unlock the door and let me in, I’m sorry I forgot about us.


Don’t push your blood red skin into those cold tiles any longer,
The coolness is but reparation for the coldness of my love.
The drunken subconscious actions of your intoxication,
Is a sickly reminder of how I don’t care nearly enough.

Come seek sanctuary under the feathers with me,
I’ll suck the tears from your watery face.
And should you start to squeak or rust,
My reverence will oil your hinges and repair your forgotten happiness.

maze of maize
 

Come dance with me in a paddock of growing green
Capture the life it brings to my eyes when I steal your essence
Lift me above the pasture, bless it with our worship
Paint a rainbow over my mouth and keep it from evanescence

If we leave the countryside it rains until it pours
And when our bodies hit the surf the tidal waves ignite
The lights go out when we go home
And the to respire without your oxygen is a fight

Lay me down in the Lucerne
I love its sweet, earthy aroma, just like country smog
No one can see us in this maze of maize
Lets slumber forever and rise above this fog

the wall
 

And your there on the wall, smiling at me from behind the glass.
Your only just in the background of the photograph and no one else has ever noticed that you are there.
They only look at the direct subject, the rest, their eyes scan pass.

But I know your there.

I’ll love him for as long as my heart knows how.
I love him and that’s enough for now.

But your still there on the wall. Forever smiling at me from behind the glass.
You’ll always be in the background.. and no one ever notices you’re here.
They only look at the direct subject, the rest, their eyes scan pass.

But I know you’re here.

Into the haze
 

And so you’ve sailed away
Into a hazy abyss
Shunning all connection
Inverting every kiss

I hope you’ve made yourself feel better
I hope the toxins sooth your pain
That stubble of yesterday there on your chin
Is nothing to us, not loss nor gain

The one thing harder than remembering you
Is trying to forget
The first sight of safety,
And the very last time we met

Time cannot heal such holes
And I don’t want it to
I want to feel every inch of this loneliness
I want the grey to soak on through

I can’t let go of memories as pure as those you gave me

Ferris Wheel Dean
 

Ferris Wheel Dean, he meant so many things.
It was Easter and we thought we had given life to our very own piece of love.

The look on his face above the crowd, amongst the lights, up so high with the autumn air on our faces
I thought it was an unmatchable purity,

He has since explained that he needed to pass gas and was trying to compose himself.

A thousand lies can conceal a thousand truths but I will probably misunderstand all of them.
An admiration I held for a boy that could be content in doing nothing but nothing, has turned into contempt for a man that does nothing but nothing.

They're all quite nice. It's clear that you like playing with words.

Assuming they are self referential works:

At least you still have your goat ...

(don't any of you read anything naughty into that. I meant it to be nice. And encouraging.)

haha! yes.. true!!

thanks Wolf.

"Quite Nice" could be scary.. but ill be pessimistic and say thanks :)

Yes they are all self referential, but i only ever seem to get the urge to play with my dear english when i am feeling down, or really tired and emotional.. so most of my creative writing ends up like that.

I love the way your words tumble. These poems are making me want to paint, now. hehe.

Very expressive. Keep it up.

Sparkz, if I refer to poetry as anything other than "deplorable" it's high praise. Honest.

New one
 

WILLIAM

A blonde boy with hazel eyes stands under the sprinkler
his olive skin and button nose glow under the summer sun
he loves to run and play, but his temprement is mild
Big hugs warm my heart, the promises of a son....

Mourning for a child unborn and not concieved
a bittersweet goodbye
for William who never existed,
a dream that was a lie.

I'll still see him in my day dreams,
a light that we could have created together
scarred inside - though i may be
he will remain inside my soul forever

Great work. Impressive.

Keep it coming.

Sun, I just went back to the start and read them through. How terrifying. :sniff:

well terrifying was not a word i expected! They are progressive though, the first one more than 2 years old, and William just last week.

Interesting poetry. It seems like a cross between rock and roll and country style.