- From the corner where i sit...

staring at the once white wall
i watch the streaks of red run rancid
rage still streaming
around me people screaming
as i sit alone
in my windowless
upholstered
room

SILENCE!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

©spor

Aging .

my son turns nine  soon,
my father thought he was six,
all getting older

©spor

Blue Crow With Wings Of Fire...

as the blue crow
flew low
through the red
and amber glow

its wings on fire
as it soared higher
then final perched
on a distant spire

what a sight
on a summer night
an emotion arose
of sheer delight

i will never forget
such a sun set
not seen another
as beautiful yet.

©spor

clearing my head (haiku)

haiku before bed,
assists with clearing my head,
sweet dreams everyone.

;-)

©spor

Drift.

close your eyes and dream,
as blissful thoughts consume you,
drift away just drift.

©spor

Slow Dying Star. *

the stars light is gradually fading,
the world around is growing dim,
the warmth in the air is degrading,
the cold is rooting with in.

the last of the light flickers gently,
the final breath is slowly exhaled,
the occupied space soon will empty,
the loving heart has silently failed.

Star Light

I raised my head up to the sky
and the light from the stars
pierced my eye
that wondrous beauty
in the heavens above
is for all to share
but not all will love

Little Angel there...

Little Angel there
sitting huddled in the chair
with golden locks
and eyes so blue
thy weeping heart
does not suit you.

Little Angel there
do not think I do not care
I see you are hurt
and dark with sorrow
take all the love and joy I have
it is here for you to borrow.

Little Angel there
my happiness is yours to share
now stand up tall
and spread your wings
cast away those salty tears
think no more of sorrowful things.

Little Angel there
sitting huddled in the chair
with golden locks
and eyes so blue
I'll chase away your sadness
I am always here for you.

©spor

Not Safe In The Shadows

Something fluttered in the shadows
of that sodium glow,
that orange coloured street light
that we have all come to know.

On closer inspection
I see the shape of a man,
a motionless figure
lying silent and calm.

I call out "hello"
I don't know why,
but i received no response
I heard no reply.

Concerned for this person
I moved closer to check,
if they were hurt in any way
or just a drunk, just a wreck.

The nearer I got
the more worried I became,
I called " hello" again
and introduced myself by name.

It was then that I realized
that this man was dead,
and had probably suffered
a severe blow to the head.

What I saw next
is no word of a lie,
from his face crawled a rat
from the socket of his eye.

I turned to be sick
turned on the spot,
when one rat turned to two
three four then a lot.

It was then that it hit me
I'd been lured into their trap,
a strategic plan
marked out on a map.

My pulse started racing
my chest became tight,
I was full of fear
being consume by fright.

Frozen to the spot
I just stared at the ground,
as these rats now hundreds
just run round and round.

Then all went silent
all went still,
and over come with panic
I became violently ill.

With the force of my retching
I fell to my knees,
as tears streamed my cheeks
I sobbed the word " please ".

While I was crying
in my penitent pose,
it was clear this was revenge
from my four legged foes.

For as they scurried towards me
I became suddenly mute,
seeing the body on the ground
held close an old flute.

©spor

- Juliet

in that moment of silence
at the very end
when my heart stops beating
and breath takes its last pause
i pray to god that i have died for a cause.

from that dead silence i awake to rapturous applause
i raise to my feet to take a bow
and thank god for his help
as he got me here
some how.
now my heart beats strong
feel the pulse on my vein
until tomorrow
when i die
all over again.

this is my cause.

©spor

Heavenly Delight

coffee has always be special
many of you know i am right
my Latte was even more so
the face of Jesus lay in the froth tonight.

perhaps it was made by an angel
or the beans grown on a holy site
but as sure as god i drank it
my little bit of heavenly delight.

©spor

demons.

they try to control
wings invisible surround
they are my demons

©spor

window shopping.

steely eyes impaled
my body violated
look but do not touch

©spor

The house that consumes

Isolated,
at the top of a long once gravel drive,
as it slowly consumes the sun,
it casts a shadow,
covering the expanse of over grown lawns.

Inviting is not how it would be described,
but there is a calling,
a beckoning,
a deep curiosity,
that draws me in.

A shiver passes up my spin,
as the air turns cold,
wooden boards creak on the floor above
as the stereotypical squeak of the large front door
pierces my ear drum.

As I walk down the long darkening passageway,
the world outside disappears,
hidden behind the tattered curtains
and dust covered glass,
the corridor constricts around my body.

I tentatively step my way towards an open door,
unsure of what the crunching beneath my feet might be,
dried leaves blown in by the wind,
or the decomposing carcasses of other creatures
who to answered the calling of this house.

An explosion of fragrance,
cigar smoke,
and freshly cut flowers,
attack my senses when,
there is a flicker of light in the corner of my eye.

I turn,
only to see a long since dead bouquet
up ended on a small table in the corner of the the room,
the shattered remains of a crystal vase
glisten in a dust filled crack of light that bravely penetrates through the dark.

Again the wooden floor above creaks,
this time with purpose,
with the repetition of a child's foot steps running to hide,
as the wind counts to ten through a broken pane in the stained glass window,
at the top of the stairs.

As I gently rest my hand on the once majestic,
now vine covered balustrade,
and raise my foot to the the stair,

the house falls silent,

almost in anticipation of my ascent.

Stair by stair,

heart beat by heart beat,

I make my way to the top of the stair case,

and through the broken stained pane,

I see the last of the sunlight disappear on the horizon.

As I move along the landing,

the wind begins to count,

the wooden boards creak louder than before,

and through half opened doors

I see the shadows hide.

A door that is different than all the others,

remains closed,

curiosity is no longer moving me,

but some invisible,

untraceable force drives me forwards.

I reach for the well worn 

yet highly polished door knob,

odd that dust has not found a place to rest here.

With the clockwise turn of my wrist I hear the clicking of the spring,

the mechanism that will reveal what is hidden behind.

Unwillingly,

unknowingly,

I push the door open

and cross the threshold,

walking to the centre of the room the door slams shut.

I suddenly become aware,

and again the house falls silent,

the creaking of the wooden boards has ceased,

the wind has no numbers left to count,

it is my turn to run and HIDE!

©spor

@under_the_table

Guiding Angel

Angel in the light
cradle my soul in your heart
guide me through the dark.


©spor


@under_the_table

Tear Drop.

I close my eyes,
and fall,
I feel the cold cutting air beat against my cheeks
and burn my face.

The tears stream
from the corners of my eyes
briefly leaving a glistening trail
before joining the moisture of the clouds.

interesting that a tear
should be the one thing
that I leave behind.
My legacy

A single tear drop,
captured in a cloud
only to be released
to give life.

Will this be my reincarnation,
when that single tear drop
cries from a cloud
to land on the wing of a butterfly.

To rest on a leaf,
to dry in the warmth of the sun
before gracefully floating off
bringing joy and a smile to all those I pass.

If this were true,
then I could shake the fear
that is starting to build in my mind
as my expired body reaches terminal velocity.

--------------------------------------------------

©spor

I will always be there.

Wrap your arms around me,
hold me close to you heart,
remember I will always be there,
even if we are apart.

On days when you are lonely,
or times when you feel blue,
remember I will always be there,
and that I love you

©spor

Dream Protectors.

Angels surround me
As the night to this day starts,
Protectors of dreams.

© spor

In Out.....

in
out
in out
in
the movement of my chest
as I inhale the polluted air
the invisible black poison
I absorb the toxins
before releasing what remains
in
out in
out
in
the hands of a doctor
clasped upon my chest
pumping in succession
the nurse squeezing on a bag
my artificial breath
out
in out
in out
in
I'm moved from a place of rest
making my final journey
as the hands of my family
hold out their hearts
and hold in their tears


©spor

final wave.

when i waved to you
you grasped my hand
as if you had never seen hand before.
even though you have two perfectly formed ones of your own.
what happened next i really did not expect.
as you forced my hand towards your mouth i thought
hang on a minute
what's going on here???
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
you bit me?
last time I'll wave at a baby in the coffee shop.
©spor

the audience. . .

from the dark corner
i hear the laughter travel
all the worlds a stage.

©spor

where does it go?

bloody hell again
my coffee cup is empty
there must be a hole.




©spor

cold to the soul.

I can feel the dead cold
from the silent stone flags
beneath my feet,
it travels through my boots
and straight to my  soul.

I raise my head
from a moment of contemplation,
and gaze upon a crucified Christ
with pity in his eyes,
a candle and a prayer
that's what i was taught,
its all i have to give.

receive my gift
my light,
let it warm my heart
before these silent stone flags
awake to wave good bye.

©spor

BLESSED

Beautifully
Loved

Extraordinarily
Successful

Sensibly
Encouraging

Dull!

©spor

ah-chew

my nose is running
elephant sits on my chest
a cold? Its summer !
©spor

Cage

Poor little bird
sitting in your cage,
when you swing on the swing
do you do it in rage?

I wonder what you are thinking
when you sit on your perch?

Do you think of freedom?
flying?
nesting in trees?
or
blue skies?
sunshine?
the right to do as you please?

Poor little bird
sitting in your cage,
when you peck at the little mirror
do you do it in rage?

I wonder what you are feeling,
when you sit on your perch,

Do you feel lonely?
sad?
angry at your state?
are you longing for friendship?
do you pine for a mate?

Poor little bird
sitting in your cage,
shall I open the door,
fold it back like a page?

Would you stop
to say thank you
or is your rage due to me?
escape little bird,
fly high, fly free.

Poor little bird flaps quickly,
then out through the door,
flies to the open window,
but flies no more.

Poor little bird looks out
at the expanse of land,
then with the slightest of cheeps,
flies
to
rest
in
my
hand...

©spor

phone call...

my phone rang.
it was my sister?
she never calls,
i realise i miss her.

the call ends.
the bringer of bad news.
the worst kind.
a family member soon we'd lose.

on my mothers side,
in fact her sister.
four to six months,
emotion swells like a blister.

the killer cancer
hits our family again...
so many lost.

so much pain.

©spor

. (dot)

what do you do
when you see a .
such a small little character
can mean such a lot .

when you see a .
do you take a moment to think .
of the words you just read,
do you search for the link .

what do you do
when you see a .
do you scan ahead,
so involved in the plot .

when you see a .
do you stop to inhale .
before continuing to read
verse, book or short tale .

what do you do
when you see a .
do you close your eyes,
create characters on the spot .

when you see a .
do you let loose a smile .
then venture forth on your journey,
forming memories to file .

what do you do
when you see a .
do you let out a sigh,
it's now time to stop .

©spor

twitter

cell phone almost died
the spring my brain nearly fried,
hit one thousand tweets.

My Demons

When I close my eyes,
they come to me,
pulling,
tugging,
stripping,
cutting,

Featureless ,
void of solid state,
the swirling matter black,
torments and tortures.

Each breathe I take
heavier than the last,
my aching lungs crushed
by their invisible, unbreakable grasp.

There is no noise,
they do not speak,
these formless demons
drain my life,
until i'm weak.

What happens next,
I do not know,
I could not say,
my conscious state leaves me,
it never does stay.

I have no wounds,
there are no scares,
despite the abuse
that goes on for hours.

The pulling,
tugging,
stripping,
cutting,
tearing at my flesh,
at my breathe,
at my soul.

Ripping at my heart,
gouging through my mind,
there is no visible trace
these demons leave behind.

At the end of the day,
when I turn out the light,
and climb into bed,
tiredness and sleep I fight,
I know they are waiting,
anticipating.

Have to stay awake,
or my bones
they will break,
the swirling matter black,
that confuses and abuses,
its destroying me!

©spor

My Tall Desire....

she sits in front of me,
tall,
her body slender,
silky smooth.

i stare at her,
observing every ounce
of what she is,
she draws me in.

i wrap my hands
around her body,
i can feel her warmth,
i pull her close.

her essence hangs
in the air,
and as i breath her in,
my desire takes control.

slowly i bring her
to my lips,
and taste heaven,
i consume her.

once drained
of all that she was,
i relinquish my grasp,
i have found love.

©spor

STILL ---------

For although the night
has fallen silent,
and the stars have all gone dim,
Even though the moon is tucked up
warm behind a cloud,
and the sun has long gone in,

Even with the ground now covering
the heart that no longer beats,
and the casket surrounding your body
with the silk shroud full of pleats,
Even with the time that has past
though its not yet be a year,
I still feel your warmth
and hear your wisdom in my ear.

©spor

Void ---------

A strange word,
The very sound of it is hollow,
V o i d,

Void, an empty space,
a                        ,
A nothingness,
Void,

Avoid a Void,
For although it is an empty space,
A nothingness,
A hollow,

It can feel like a stone in your heart,
and cause more pain and anguish,
Than a bullet to the head.

Which indeed would leave a Void.

©spor

the Long Journey ...

For you the journey has ended,
And I hope that you have reached
That Final Destination,
And been welcomed,
with open arms.

I must now continue on,
Complete my journey,
Though through foggy eyes I wander,
Making the days dark and long,
And with constant fear that I may crash.

I know that even from where you are
you can guide me,
Steer me along the path,
Until I emerge from this choking blanket,
And feel the warmth of the light again.

©spor

Mouse...

saw a little mouse
scurry across the floor,
a tiny little thing
four cm's no more,

as i watched the little fellow
just run across the tile,
i swear the rascal winked at me,
and i think there was a smile.

©spor

Memories

A word,
A sentence,
A verse of a song,
We all find one of these
       and hold on.

We will carry it with us,
For the rest of our days,
And look back and think,
About those times long ago,
And smile ...

©spor

The Gathering.

Chitter Chatter,
Pitter Patter,
                           words,
                           watching,
                           wisdom,
                           worries,
                           wonderings,
                           wondrous,
                           words.
        
                                   Chitter Chatter,
                                   Pitter Patter,
listening,
looking,
lessons,
love,
lingering,
lovely,
language.

                    Chitter Chatter,
                    Pitter Patter,

                                       collect,
                                       consume,
                                       clever,
                                       care,
                                       curiosities,
                                       creative,
                                       conversation,

Chitter Chatter,
Pitter Patter,
      
          frankness,
                following,
                      fulfillment,
                           foes,
                                 frowns,
                                        fabulous,
                                              friends,

Chitter Chatter, Pitter Patter,

Persons,
People,
Pals.

©spor

                                    
         
              

Before...

So they met,
The group,
The crowd,
Those who had gathered before.

There was no plan,
They met,
Just to go,
To leave.

©spor

11/03/01

Reflection

when you look at me
what do you see?

a boy?
a man?
a husband?
a father?

when you look at me
who do you see?

the boy i was?
the man i am?
the husband i need to be?
the father i have become?

look at me,
do you see?
do you see
Me?

©spor

life ?

Barks,
Purrs,
People,
Faces,
I am lost,
Lost in a jungle,
The jungle of life.

But LIFE,
WHAT IS LIFE?

Is LIFE us.
Us humans?
Breathing,
Beating,
Hurting,
Healing,

Or is LIFE,
What happens around Us,
Day by Day?
Demolition,
Destruction,
Creation,
Construction,

What do you think it means?

LIFE !

©spor

My Ghosts.

As i sit here with my ghosts
i can breathe
i feel at peace.

When i shut my eyes to the room
they show themselves
sitting in their favourite chair.

They look at me
not with sadness
but with joy in their eyes.

A smile conveys
that they are happy
they are at peace.

And as i am filled with
an overwhelming sense of pride
i open my eyes.

When i look back
to their favourite seats
they are empty.

I smile
thank them for their visit
and say good bye.

©spor

The Honest Heart

As the mouth opened
to draw in a breath
out fell the words
of an honest heart.

Words that had once
been buried
words that had been
stored away
remembered
rehearsed
prepared for this day.

Once hidden for fear of rejection
they now would be voiced
in just one direction
for i thought they would be returned.

©spor

tears from the sky.

Thunder, lightening
turn the sky wet cold and grey
even angels cry.
©spor

Tea ? No thanks!

I am now 33
and i don't like tea
coffee is the only drink for me.

When i first met the girl
who would later become my wife
she offered me tea the first year of our life.

Despite all her effort
it just wouldn't do
now she only drinks coffee to.

©spor

just not the same.

sitting at a side walk table
scruffy hair
un shaven
extinguished hand rolled cigarette
hangs from my mouth
glasses perched on the end of my nose.
Latte warming the palm of my hand
i look out to the distance
searching for inspiration
for the completion of my new piece.

then head down
i start to write.

tap

on the touch screen
of my mobile phone.

its just not the same.

©spor

final journey

the cars lungs choking
spitting and coughing out tar
journeys end is near.

©spor

little child

little child playing alone in the park,
why so sad?
why out in the dark?

little child playing alone on the bars,
you look cold, are you tired?
have you been here for hours?

little child playing alone on the swing,
what has happened to your lip?
it looks sore, does it sting?

little child playing alone on the slide,

lets get you some help!

little child hugged me and cried.

©spor

the future

my pen has broken
the pages are all but gone
digital poet

©spor