Sentinal towers

 By now he was earning a greater share
Like many of his type he had collected many valuables
The young man who accompanied him
A happy crisis born for drama and euphoric peaks

A relationship that played out like a war
Naiive and gay bipolar in nature
Never quite fronting up to the
transactional nature

and in the illusion they drank deep
inebriated and self absorbed
desiring nothing more than the sunset on mankind
As from within them a subtle destruction seeded

On days of loss
On day of losing each other
The creative ultimatums
The emotional blackmail

Their perfect private hell
That seemed for lack of a better word... Edible
A slow release poison
Tiring them for their predictable tantrums

That seemed to circle the weeks and months
intensifying and disappating
Both wounding and joyous
painful and numbing

Two such deserving victims
in the chasm of their own unforeseen torment

The abuse

 The place that man has built
a thousand years ago
protruding from the hillside
a disgusting holy ruin

Neglected over centuries
cursed by the region's low ones
The young enter out of curiosity
Only to feel bewitched and ashamed

The wanderer uses it as temporary shelter
absorbing the abstract energy
and carrying it forth for the remainder
Of their solitary passage

To the empty modern ones
It is a place to be avoided
nightmarish and contaminating
Reminding them of dark pasts

Washed up today

 So many of you are new to the world
struggling to see in the daylight
as if eyes were glued shut and thick blindfolds
controlled your life

as if the sea was your womb and you were thrown ashore
In a state of total confusion disorientation
rubbing your eyes in disbelief
wth crowds in the same state next to you

You observe the land not how it really is
but through some colorful fable in dream like state
from far before when you had not emerged
from this figurative crysalis

Stunned at world set infront of you
like a banquet
Unable to create a purpose
Unable to see a deeper meaning

and so you amble
with these peers calling them friends
when all just cradle their own interests and egos
as if armagaeddon had struck

You walk the sands of time
on this unknown beach
Unwilling to know the land
as the only familiar thing to you is the shore

so like the babe on the breast you cling and feed
as if clutching for a mother
the waves her sweet whisper
the sand her delicate hands

The poles inside a you

 It's the very best time of your life
excitement and elation goosebumps on the temples
sunshine forever a warm glow winning smile
a handful of friends wishing you well

Crossroads and dark nights of the heart
torment us into making concessions to our own conscience
replaying a few humilitions pride becomes a stakeholder
Our very own illusions in a colorful box around the brain

Yet the euphoria now takes hold 
everything is dressed in good news optimism
A thick layer of mask over any disparities
in the absence of crisis how the soul delights

The inevitable fall and regret lay in wait
predatory and self aware counting down the hours
for misfortune to land you back on the ground
to test the tonic of the trembling smile

The poles of you drastically suck all energy
from overly wonderful to starve them out doom 

Caricature in flesh

 Ive copied them all to get a sense of self
Not a drop of myself toasting daily health
faceless baseless merry I tell you what i've heard
my gestures are well rehearsed though thoroughly absurd

they've been learnt for survival
The real fell during subsidence
like cliff rock into the sea
bread into the stew mouths of glee

Turn to the mirror briefly
just to get an ounce of relief
I don't recognise anything
A method actor lip synking

so deep into the new role
the old me vanished as a whole
got washed out like a stain through the steam
no matter how unique I really seemed

I think to myself huddled in demand
what a beautiful shell

One hundred owls

 I'm in the tree with a hundred owls
hooting the night out screeching power
fear induced entities crawl surrepticiously 
upon the forest floor

avoiding these hypefocused eyes
that survey all that moves or cries
Up here its any sign of movement
and these ones dive into the blackness

just to surface with prey in mouth
beak wet with blood spelled
something for the hungry chicks sounding 
begging for what vanished from the ground

These owls decide among living and dead
with which phantoms to converse with
close to Royalty yet supernatural nearer
The rodent shakes persecuted in terror

across the leaf littered forest wings tear
lifting the loose matter into the air
like a sea wake behind it
pitch darkness

one hundred owls speak
eye
claw
beak

Discount your anger

 Now they are friends
They used to bomb and burn our homes
Used to mock us to no end
We have been designated for the title of bigger man

To leave and let the past transgressions lie
to be akwardly polite as old offenders pass by
No knife tucked under hungering for fingers to wrap
and present for a chance at miraculous rectification

just bow your head
shrapnel still in the wall
old leaflets half stomped into the mud
still readable denigrating your people

Fire took the clumps of suburbs
instead water they sprayed more bullets
No real exit as they culled us off
Like a common pest

Like the nazi did the jew
the hutu to the tutsi
death by popular demand
we just bow our heads

praying not to be slaughtered
yet the hour has passed and now we are few
vengence occupies the space
where the heart was

The killers have denied their part
photographed themselves in handshake clasp
local blogs and rags show peace has been brokered
At the cost of people who once lived

a famous politician with support from abroad
sets it all up to repeat
As you bow your head
go about your business