My Poetry.

'Glass Dome'

Whispers and laughter,
Groups, enjoying their lives.
Time has shuttled forward.
Glass, dome, enclosed around you,
Capturing you, victimizing, your very existence. 

Rays of sun light, beam down on my face,
Smiles and laughter peep through the light,
Clouds rapidly infiltrate.
Replacing the light, with fear and dread.
TERROR OVERWHELMS.
An orchestra eagerly resonates inside my head.
An attempt to drown out the pessimism.
Pessimism retaliates; with the aid of an amp 
The volume rises, blasting the joyful melody away.
Replacing it instead with the howls of a banshee. 
The acoustics bounce, from the walls of my skull, my brain rattles, inside its bone like shelter, pressure, builds, as my brain is shoved from side to side 
An excruciating, stinging, sensation occurs; my ears begin to bleed 
Glass, dome, enclosed around you,
Capturing you, victimizing, your very existence.

Run, Plunder, Smash,
The glass dome 
The shards shatter to the floor.
Oxygen –suddenly- fills- my- lungs 
I fall to the floor delicately clasping my throat 
Orange, yellow, blue-beauty, entices my eyes.
Joy consumes my atmosphere, love involves my life
Compatibility with the open space becomes possible
Pieces of the puzzle interlock with mine; intertwines with mine.
My eyes flood, my lips curl. 
I take a deep…..breath.
I no longer have to be a spectator admiring the landscape of life, 
I am inside.

Time hurtles forward, frantically, trying to avoid its eventual presence and past.
Confusion strikes again-WHAT TIME IS IT?
The hands on the clock become paralysed.
And fiendishly the shards reconstruct themselves.
Once again, as scheduled, the glass dome invades my privacy,
Enclosing, around me, capturing me, victimising, my very existence
‘Help’! No one can hear me scream, they have muted my volume,
They have ignored my desperate pleas. 

The glass dome rises……………
and a void revealing blackness engulfs.
The cycle continues
I am unable to end this race; 
I keep running until my muscles ache, 
Until I am immersed in a pool of my own perspiration, 
In hope of dodging the finish line 
But no such luck.

'Heat'
Heat –a flickering flame burning on a wax candle
Heat-a soaring fever that leaves you delirious
Heat-the sun blazes in the summer, attacks your pores, pulsates through flesh, a great deluge then sprinkles from your flesh and floods your being
Heat -when a volcano erupts inside you and threatens to offend through your speech
Heat-deep seated rage that perpetuates animosity
Heat- 2 beings intimately exchanging a moment of pleasure 
Heat-jealously that’s fuelled, which evolves into emerald, toxic, radiation, envy
Heat-blaring fire that burns, scolds, and ruins someone’s life
Heat-an explosion, that fuses, sparks, BLOWS!!!!
Heat-red chilli that internally scorches and singes your throat provoking uncontrollable frequent bouts of regurgitation
Heat-moisture quickly escapes unable to swallow 
Heat-an unbeatable force that even and extinguisher cannot tame in combat
Heat-can not be diluted,
Heat-burns eternally, providing warmth and comfort
Heat- good or bad? Or do you prefer the cold?

Inside the tumult of my mind: My Throat

Darkness, dingy, falling,

Heat-beat-pauses,

Breaths, are, stalling,

Eyes, are, balling,

Floods are forming, swarming, overpowering, and destroying

Family reassuring

Light has blown out

Mist in view!

Rock armour has corroded

Water, slips, tsunami waves orally surface, collides, harming

The fragile flesh inside, it has un-biologically weathered away, sliced, by dissipating waves.

Locusts, swarming, consuming, feeding, eating, feasting,

Shell has been scooped out.

Heart-beat-soaring

Darkness, dingy, falling

Her, Heat-beat-pauses

 His, Breaths, are, stalling

Your, Eyes, are, balling

Help needed=Aid willing

You O golden girl blazing, radiating the exuberance of light;

So intensely that the light burns into everyone’s eyes; until it blinds all those around, the light then ricochets; blinds you.

The light you shined has been muted repeatedly throughout your existence.

Do you enjoy life in black and white?

Is life not more exciting in Technicolor?

Do you not enjoy living life appreciating vibrancy? , a life in full view of the brightest hues and tones.

No!

Instead you relish in misery, you feed on melancholy, and you feast upon anger and disappointment.

Your temperament is as fickle as the British weather

At once you are a rainstorm interrupting the light in the sky-your own life.

Immediately after everyone within your proximity has adjusted to the drear, you

Demand recovery and blare light.

You are confused, you are tangled amongst your own dangled web of confusion; no one else has volunteered to fall prey to it.

You have gladly drained the moisture from what you feel is a surplus in our lives and you have begrudged us of it.

We remain withered, our skin a leathery prune like base, we are now barren and fruitless, like the condition of land that is has become victim, to its nemesis drought.

Your heart beats are as silent as the pitter, patter, pitter, patter, of raindrops as they delicately HIT the window sill.

Once a gift was stolen from you

   A gift so rare and priceless that no replica can ever be manifested.

Your wounds were violated by a pathogen that had slyly infiltrated, a virus spread diseasing your mind, contaminating your soul.

We understood suffering had become your only friend

We understood you felt alone so you remained isolated

We understood that you purged on your own anxiety until you were consumed with guilt.

We tried to be your concrete, reconstructing the solid and stable back into your life, but the support was not strong enough and you crumbled into a pillar of dust.

You have not learnt.

            Once again you reach out to one unworthy

He is your omniscient.

             His grip on you is so tightly bound that you submissively allow your self to become victim

You are transfixed and enticed by his snare.

We all see that he is as transparent as glass, but you prefer to wait until the glass has smashed and shards remain pierced in your flesh,

 reducing your bodily fluid.

He is the almighty.

The power he holds is stronger than the force of gravity,

His gaze alone enables you to fall down beyond the Surface of the ground.

Kind voices echo in each ear but your ears have become zips and open only to hear ‘foolish fancy’.

The path of recovery has been overly trodden,

But still your limbs seize and cramp until they cripple due to lack of exercise.

You possess your own in the safe of wellbeing. The lock is melting and eventual entry will be futile!

    So please, seek refuge.

                                     Don’t be restricted by the heavy blanket of self doubt

 Reside inside the home of security where benefit far exceeds regret.

             Remember the future holds eternity if you want it.

                                                 Yes, I am speaking to you!