Poetry
Disco Lights The match strikes, to the left, and then right, all-be-it with an endless sigh - A peer group match, where every colours black, for there's no cheer in the colour of the music But she's only half in, for she's such a bright thing, rebelling with lights in her hands to each movement - It's an accommodation thing, but I guess it doesn't mean a thing, though I cannot speak for dreams, for she still moves with every beat of the music - From the sixties with experiment, through the eighties with exuberance, now I'm finding myself in need of "elastic" - She writes music and sings,and enjoys herself half-in, but to be herself she needs to well, stretch it He's always stood on her toes, his elephants pose, I can merely, hello - She turns and kicks sat, now he's flat on his back, and don't they have such non-linear trumpets - She must enjoy herself half-in, perhaps barely, but it's a comparison thing - But to be herself she needs to well, stretch it - But society means it's him, him with a spirit less terpsichorean, more casket - So, not strictly together but, very frequently, well so, at a club and not love, he never wears a glove, when I walk her they want blood, I was too slow, like a slug and if there were snowflakes he'd assurably be bronchitic - Both too old and too young, for is the case with the young, a pat on the back plus virility means seduction - Know, they may be very slim, dance, swim, at the gym, even a web site to reel them in, but honestly, I'm only ever interested in cricket - Most heard is the truth we collectively choose, complacency rules, but if logic exists and I'm assured that it did, there's a reality that's not subservient to illogic - So I'm dropping my hat, match over, that's that, even if they may think I've no wicket My only real chance is to meet a girl of the past, whom cares little for numbers, but both creates and lives by her music - This light lacking, others distracting, forward and back, I'm sick of it - I'm on an island, there's no
escaping, but I'm in tree tops and not a thicket- Although I see her, she only sees trees and there's only one kind of music From a most insatiable blaze, eternal embers should then be laid, to protect them though the night - The canopies interlocked of aged hearts armoured, the glowing embers of once brilliant blaze - Should have been their etching, and finally unto, an entirely sublime night to gaze - When I blaze, I'm constantly amazed, but I always finish up glowing bright - And if dark the hour with seasons turning, the past shall make it light - And for now I'm just a submissive bird, awaiting a flight of my next fancy - With the inevitable "sour grapes", but in full expectation of the world, where common sense always gets the first ticket. © Kates July 07 The Inevitable Once more I'm shaken and from sanctuary wakened - And with perception broken, but with lids wide-open - Yet in harness still, swept by a turbulent sea:- Racing, overwhelming, splashing and quivering - On the edge of oblivion, no door, no key, you see it's sea - Where's she, she I might save and in turn she me - What, no fairy princess to make me her prince? (!!!) - So, alone, insecure and shaken, hesitant yet I see Open to thunder, spat on asunder, to open your mind is to flee - Super spell cast, so soon, it`s too fast - just blast - Only animal, only death, money, hurry, you`ll be late Captured, tortured, but silently departed - My true love is back in embrace - Time is forever, but my life must pass by in a day - While still the faint whisper, "your reality is fixed with the waves" - But it's my life, my reality, so if it's truth, I'll say? - Drifting, lost, despite desperately sought direction - While only to be found in a maze - Directions illusive - time brooks no stopping - Not even to pause and to pray - That even if there were something to say - Of now, years passed, finally shaken, wakened