The rain falls faster, faster now,
Plummeting arid plains below,
Eroding bits of blackened soil,
Washing away decayed petals.
One by one, they slip out of existence,
Walking out rusted doors.
I stand under the cold, crisp water,
Letting it soak through layers of frayed fabric,
Seeping into skin that's leathered with age.
Scents of petrichor shift through brisk bursts of wind,
Trapped within the mess of my mind for far too long now.
The resounding smells flood my senses
With bygone memories,
Snapping between past misunderstandings
That turned into reverberations of us,
And fears of a future
That slipped through calloused fingers.
Looking down at what materialized in my wailing hands,
I dig the frigid steel deep into my chest,
Cutting beneath layers of flesh and sinew,
Past a cracking ribcage,
To expose a beating heart, screaming in agony.
I slice it from its hollow home,
Position it on a tarnished platter,
Place it as an offering at your sacred feet,
Interminably holding me in your gnarled heart forthwith.
I like the rain
But not really.
I like the rain
Because no one else does.
If it can make me feel something
For just a moment,
Then I could never hate it.
So I'll stand in the rain
And let it soak through to my bones.
I'll shout that I like the rain
While you watch me
Through the windows
To your sad little lives
In your boring grey houses,
Identical to the one next door.
If you remain inside
In fear of getting wet
Then you will never be free.
Hating the rain
Will only make your life smaller.
The raindrops paint colour
On my skin.
If you’re going to hug trees
you had best wear a shirt
having really long arms
knuckles dragged in dirt
surely won’t do much harm
If you’re going to hug trees
then you’d best not mind bugs
‘cuz sooner or later
they will return the hugs
below your equator
If you’re going to hug trees
shower after you toil
get used to the itches
that poison ivy oil
will soak through your britches
If you’re going to hug trees
and you’re not a jogger
then be a good tipper
so Ole the logger
won’t show you the chipper
Words just watered down.
Thoughts falling like sparkly tears.
Feelings soak through page.
Sentences flowing like streams.
Letters showering like rain.
wear something dirty like Cinderella
its poring but don't bring an umbrella
we will soak through n through
there's lots we can play n do
I told a friend
who will, I hope wait at the bend
we'll all move out
you'll thoroughly enjoy ,have no doubt
we'll form a group
will keep marching on in rain as a troop
play on in the open with rain pattering on
we will do that till dawn
playing is our right none can scorn
make a call to all, till the rain does fall
or lets go to their houses to call
make it quick
together we will stick
don't take long
ask all to bring some food along
the plan was made
clandestinely we moved out we needed no aid
out into the rain we went
great joy to our joy weather had lent
played one game after another
at small provocations we squealed and hooted together
that day is etched on my mind
I'm amazed at, how in small little things great joy we find.
Every morning when I rise,
I submit myself to mechanical tide,
Noxious fumes sweeping spirits' away,
As the dawn breaks in a brand new day.
Dusty tears' soak through my cold hide,
Glazed expressions' mirror me each side,
Reflections' of despair constantly display,
From within ironed pressed suits of grey.
News headlines torment me every night,
Sad tales of torture while freedom fights,
I'm living under a tiny glimmer of hope,
Where petty cash buys your own rope.
It is barely a life amidst the masses,
Breathing in our own toxic gasses,
Gorging upon fruit from the tree,
While watching global poverty.
Lust,
Romance,
To love one another,
Yet kill someone's brother.
When will it ever be enough?
Stop the pain.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Oh see those blind fools walk side by side
Saying bye-bye to their purity and virginity;
They held on as long as possible,
But they couldn't hold on long enough,
They smile and say "I love him,"
But ask what she 'loves' about him;
She is speechless and quiet.
See the foolish girls,
And the boys who act foolish
They don't see the Truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
Because they don't want to hear the truth,
Or talk of the truth
Or face the truth, because they don't know the truth.
Fools,
Tired and sleepy
They all are smiling
And they don't care where they go;
And they don't care what they do.
They don't care whose hearts they break,
Whose feelings they hurt,
Whose eyes they make tear
And guts they make ache,
Fools, so tired because they don't know the truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
No one sees the truth,
For they fear the truth
And cannot bear the truth.
Love is the truth,
They block the truth
And they shed their tears
Soak through their pillow cases;
And their hearts break,
And they can't take it anymore,
They take to the bottle,
And too the gun and they smile.
The sun rises the next day
And we are one less fool
Who never has seen the truth.
Sad but true...
12/12/13
Loving rain falls down on me, let
her love continue to cover me.
Loving rain pour over me and let
the floods of your rain drench me.
Loving rain flood me and let your
nutriments sustain me. Like water
we need, her love feels real to me.
Let her loving rain flow through
the stem of my vain and let me
feel the root of her love as her
rain soak through me. Loving rain
that pour from above let this rain
be the comfort of your love.
Glimpse of your beauty as
the sunlight rise over you.
Flavours of your scents
soak through the sense of
my smell like the waves
rushes through the seas,
image of an angel through
the beauty of a tree.
Orchid beauty shine so
bright, how your beauty
glows so bright. Though
the rain pours from above,
grow and glow and show
your love. With each night
she goes to sleep, through
morning light I feel her heat.
Orchid petal in you I see, a
life worth living and with
you I'll be. Love don't come
In pearly light but you smell
and look deeper than my
sight. Like an orchid flower
you are to me, a dream to
dream, a vision to see.
sunlit beams soak through
gilded clouds glisten brightly
rich flora sheds crown
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