Poems by a character from a novel I’m writing. Cal’s a London geezer and dying; realising what matters in life.
Boys’ unsorted needs
The paths we learn ways
to never show
fear; trick the mind
While the heart waits; longing
into feeling nothing
The stillness; lifelessness
Becoming true
Finally finding the road to You
There are hours when I’m nothing
But years of trouble close
With troubles overcome
New troubles that I reach for
Love saves me from myself
Kills that vain monster slow
Wit in fallow eyes
Caresses of rushing hairs
None to chance
Tomorrow’s magic dance
Or tomorrow sleeps alone
Chase those hours
Those years of hours and days
When I was someone
else.
Freedom isn’t free
We pay for it with time
The mind a friend or enemy
Your heart the hero true
Locked doors
Oh loving lips come
Overdosed by distractions
Recycling waste; remind me
Beneath a skin
The itch to break free
To know
The life if feels outside it
I love you I love you I love you
The ocean abyss; from shallower shore
Drifting still from home and me
I swam for my life and lived what I gained; you lived one day for a lifetime again
You gazed in slumber; cerulean and azure
Oh my, the sun is such a wonder
The waves so soothing on the mind
These walls, no door, high window sleeper
Slowly drifting, marvellous days more
And I wait but know you’ve made the choice
I hate you I hate you I hate you
But I can love you more