Lost in a City
in the bustle and crowd, the neon lights up high
held hands hold, together two things, rope
meander streets in a forest of reflections
stones and others block our way
through pits of stations, and crosswalk ways
a bond held on, two was two yet four
my math checks out, that is all good
until one brief heartbeat,
one red-light’s distain, broke the chain
watching as they evaporate into the body
stone glass buildings swallow my feelings
my body is turned to glaze,
a rain breaks out, but only over me
alone, I reside now in my own misery.
1/23/22 – Andy McRae
Tag: Poem
Paranoia Dreams
Paranoia Dreams
The dripping of water behind the ear,
A wall of pictures before.
Watching life flowing by,
Images flooding a mind
Faces forgot dragging under
Shouts of voices death whispers.
Force a way beyond the limits,
Reality folding under the weight.
Edges of existence gone,
Dreams unbounded grow
Wicked reaches, buckling knees.
Here beyond reality,
Where events are causality free,
Faceless whispers ring,
A field of paranoia
Filters through dreams.
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This poem is an old one from years ago.
Monologue
Monologue
secondhand ticks slow, my head is hung low
drear interior, greys and whites, with flickering lights
floors so waxed they reflect, myself i can see
my state is in step with the lighting, jitter
bitter, the coffee is stale, she was pale
racing speech, i understand, i comprehend
my mind moves faster, than a greyhound race.
wait.
what did she say, i was distracted
by that monologue, will those behind me
not be silent, i just want them to be compliant.
12/12/21 – Andy McRae
Chilled Autumn Eve
Chilled Autumn Eve
lost in space, or a bench at a park
my mind once a swirl, now just as dry as these leaves
scattered about, shades amber and brown
i could just drown, in this sea of a park
trees bare branch, stripped of all
naked, as the wind caresses us
chills carry down the timbers,
but i feel yet not, still fraught
with a lack, that no chilled autumn eve,
could ever hack.
12/12/21 – Andy McRae
Suffering Flowers
Suffering Flowers
charred scars cover my heart
touch them
then suffering flowers out
a lightning that beats the heart
stricken, i am at remorse
my heart sickly from the recourse
radial new wounds bleed
sour soon the feel of loss
taken from me this
unable
i lay, i lie
either way i cry
under this weight is why
weep until not
not is still a lot
fate is still late
and the late
is still lost
charred scars remain
new fractals burnt in
radiate from the origin
scorched into flesh
by suffering without rest.
1/16/22 – Andy McRae
Echoes in Amber Fields
Echoes in Amber Fields
in the grass, a plain of fields, long afield, nothing else growing near.
others seen spiriting by the wind, taking in the world, and the sun.
across in paths, an echo of voices, folded over the breeze, like the color of the seas.
can wind pick up the sound of fading love, new spirited woven spans, golden rays taken shortly.
the passing figures drift upon the fields of amber, lost in ways unending, forsook by bouncing echoes, whispers unheard.
days form into years, end in lives, until all decays away into dust, and wind blows us all away.
1/11/22 – Andy McRae
In the Shallows
In the Shallows in shallows i wade, along shores born of still motion, no breeze to ruffle the leaves those trees off in the distance, haunt me with their hanging vines, frozen like a disease in dark water a bath, yet clear shows to me the underneath and my feet are standing on pebbled beach taken from me, into the lake every movement i make a thousand ripples wave crashing onto shore tear the whole more so i stand still, half submerged in dark waters, afraid to leave for all that awaits me in retreat are vines that climb and cover trees its like a disease 1/15/22 – Andy McRae
Lamp Light in a Tundra
Lamp Light in a Tundra
orange glow above, lamps lights bright, yet the world seems so dim
cold breeze carries by, we all are bundled under thick layers
glass towers rise off to my sides, i must hold back something from my eye
cars come by, glow off their heads, how can i not feel mine
in this tundra world, i bath in the aura, under the lamp light
knowing that my fight, is not out of sight quite yet.
12/14/21 – Andy McRae
May need to tilt phone for best format. 🙂
Befallen Greys
Befallen Greys
the world before, cast befallen greys
wandering alone, streets bare of being
i am here believing, the world is no more.
head felt that pillow, the world seem torn
eyes closing, to this paralleled haunt
now to see clearer, a dream cheerful
spring bloom, waters flow neat
in my head the land is healed
not the disorder disaster i thought.
eye awaken to the no more
a wasteland, stretched before
my head hurt by the sight
my lungs stung by the gasp
the air i intake will not last.
squeezing my eyes shut,
keep the worn thoughts out
the world grows cold
and i pretend i am fine
all in my mind.
12/15/21 – Andy McRae
I Sought Out a River
I Sought Out a River
sought out a river, to find that state
to be like that river, a serene estate
banks lined with wet, mossy boulders
i wade out into the rocks,
only far enough to feel rushing water,
on my shins.
i hike up the river, until i meet a rock
a face so steep, i fear the drop
atop this falls water pristine,
tumbling down in might, into a froth
until just lapping besides the shore
this theatrical roar, becomes nothing more
than a rise by my feet.
along the shore of the river, stands the pine
tall, unmoving, but not without vine
a forest vast, to keep out until the last
dark in the depths, but here by the river
the sun shines, i can attest.
12/12/21 – Andy McRae
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