Blindfolds of Blue smoke swirling 'round heads blindfolds of blue before we stand, each other ten feet from start no ink yet stains the heart but we breathe the vapors and hear the beats must just figure projection. 4/3/22 - Andy McRae
Tag: heart
Meander in the Snow
Meander in the Snow meander down, snow inbound, path unplowed, mind enshroud. gone are the leaves, the sun sets early over the eaves, wind swept in cold air, and in my head the echoing memories blare. crunch of frozen, wet foliage underfoot, snow covers all the trees past the roots, loving the sight of my breath before my eyes, as I am crippled by those miserable cries. dusk settles in over the folly, the world crows, uneasily in its new melancholy, walking in past footsteps through the dimlit, retrace my pitiful mistakes that I did commit. blinded by the night, tripping over snow bites, and there I saw a pale winter wight. come to claim my frozen heart, I had it in my hands, with my organ I did part, and that sprite took me out of the dark, and from there on a journey I did embark. 12/8/21 – Andy McRae
Unable

Unable My heart is lost In places worn Pieces torn By time’s thorns Love comes uneasy To one so unsettled By an alien thought Yet so readily bought Time and time unfold Different ways I hurl Myself into tragedy and pain, neglected into infamy Blood dribbles down my back The words on this book black The victims decidedly fine? Yet mine, the line, oh my mind It is a crack past the edge Is it their images bathed In my self loathed wine Making all seem fine In my mind, when I am not. 12/5/21 – Andy McRae
Scribbles
Scribbles Blank pages Am I meant to fill The spaces between All the void My heart bleeds On to the paper And I scribble ‘nomen eius’. 5/16/21 – Andy McRae
Pointed Hearts
Pointed Hearts Pointed at my heart A dagger thrust could start A war over that very part Pins lodged in my head, hurt But the blood trickling down Pools at the foot of my bed Silent muffled sounds echo Laughing giggles, roaring should All in contrast of the whisper A galaxy spinning in the dark The part where I missed the spark Now I wonder, alone, in the park Head wounds open to the world I close myself off from the rest And die from distress 3/28/21 – Andy McRae