Am I the Fool?

Am I the fool?

Am I the joke?

When all around do warn and curse

When you so cruel

And open choke

Neglected love sent home by hearse

An empty void

Your heart, black tarred

That poisons all that come too close

Emotions toyed

And passions scarred

All suffer from your deadly dose

You care not who

You cause such pain

As long as short term urges pleased

And here I to

Do wait in vain

Unwilling, I am slowly seized

At first you stole

That which I longed

To take into my own embrace

As black as coal

Your heart prolonged

To capture that which I did chase

But boredom set

And want no more

The one you took away from me

And like a pet

Once cuteness thaws

You cast my one into the sea

Uncaringly

You change your tact

And see me as the challenge new

But yet I see

This selfish act

And cast a frozen shoulder to

I stand alone

My arm surpassed

As all around close friends applaud

A heart of stone

Yet set in glass

Shows but this stubborn heart, a fraud

There’s something there

I can’t avoid

These feelings stir inside of me

I do not dare

Jump in this void

For no escape here can I see

So back away

And let me go

There’s nothing more that we can do

What can I say?

All this you know

You go your way and I shall to.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin 

Truth

Do not look to the stars.

Truth favours no man who searches the past

For answers.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin 

The Addict

It’s only one more

What harm will it do?

If you really loved me like I do with you

Then you’d let me just have it, no fussing or fighting,

Not sitting here giving me daggers, me lightning

And watching me suffer; I’ll make this the last,

I promise from this day forward I’ll fast

I’ll become a new man; just you wait and see,

But for now will you not be a bastard to me

And just hand it on over; I’ll not ask again,

I’ll open these wrists; how will you feel then?

When I’m lying here dead, my blood on the floor,

Knowing you could have done so much more,

But chose not to bother, for what? Bit daft really

It seems like you over exaggerate, clearly!

It’s you with the problem, see me, I’m just fine,

I don’t touch the vodka or wash down the wine,

My only addiction, a small thing at best,

See look, I’m getting it all off my chest,

I’m already improving, it’s just as you said,

Now let’s put this whole sorry chapter to bed,

And just give me that thing that I need the most,

If you don’t, then just consider me a ghost,

I’ll disappear, and you’ll not see me for dust,

I will find it somewhere, in that you can trust,

You think it’s so hard, so keep it, my love,

And see if I care, I’ll soon rise above

But for now let’s not fight, I love you my darling,

I don’t want to sit here bitching and snarling,

I’ll do you a deal, it’s a good one, you’ll see

Now how about after I’ve counted to three,

You let me just have it and then it is done,

And on this occassion we'll accept that you've won,

No more will be said; we’ll leave it behind,

Now stop being difficult, give me what’s mine.

Or I’ll leave you I swear; you can go rot in hell,

There’s plenty more fish in the sea, can’t you tell?

In fact, what’s the point, how dare you do this!

I am the victim, a point you have missed?

Regardless, irrelevant; man I feel sick,

Please help me baby, or i'll slip away quick

You can still save me; you know what to do,

Just give me the fucking pill!

...Make that two.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin

At Water's Edge

She played with sticks at water’s edge,

When the moon was young and bright.

Her sullen face and matted hair,

For none had ever seemed to care

And often cast her out of sight.

You’d find her here at summer’s heat

Or in the grasp of winters chill,

Her company, the river deep

In which she’d often stare and weep

And wish upon the waters, still.

A painful child, a lonely soul,

She’d wander down beyond the trees

And often thought of jumping in,

To join the river in its swim

And out to meet the roaring seas.

Then one day true, the river rose

And snatched the girl upon the bank,

Where, dragged her to river bed

There on her body creatures fed

And on her misery they drank.

But no one went to find the girl,

The world forgot her, time removed her,

And at the ageing of the moon,

The river dug her only tomb;

An effortless eraser.

So should you stumble on the place,

Where once the haunted girl did weep,

You hear her still on darker nights,

Her shadow cast in starry lights;

Forever wailing in the deep.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin

The Reaper

You’re early.

I wasn't expecting you so soon.

Could you come back later?

No.

Didn’t think so.

I’ll get my coat....

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin

Giants of the Earth

Giants of the Earth, in ancient air,

Watch silently as earthly rumbles deep,

And as the world below drifts off to sleep,

A ghostly peak, refreshed beyond the glare.

Beauty in the vast, unparalleled,

Iridescent on one side of two,

Overcoat, to cast off; overdue,

Tremble underneath where others dwelled.

Tyrants roam, to crumble at their feet,

Crushed, reanimated in the well.

Deepest floors promote above the swell,

To join their brothers in a higher seat.

Born of the inferno, ash to earth,

Rises up to split the world apart,

Illicit in the breaching of His art;

Eventually accepted in His mirth.

Spherical, in rupture; oh the scars!

Forces, darkened, unable to tame,

Ironically those which born of flame,

Inexorably die among the stars.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin