Waves of Tides

The marine world. A place beyond Man's eye
When life was free from Man's destructive way.
The waves of tides marked time with a soft sigh
In peace as oceans smiled, a perfect day.

The invasions came and seas were abused
A dumping ground for Man's poisonous hand.
Now oceans are dying, discarded and used
Joining the acrid existence of wasteland.

All life is transient, drifting towards death,
A journey to a place hidden from sight,
But without clean air there can be no breath,
No clarity as darkness consumes light.

As the seas demise and trees suffocate
The world lies murdered with no advocate.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Exposed Senses

She wept as a bride sat on the edge of winds,
her senses raw to emotional dreams.
Her mouth quenched by bitter tragedy,
the sweetness of lemons would have kinder taste.
Her eyes see clearly the blurring figures,
illusions of reality quest in her mind.
The scent clouds of burning ice and fire,
tremble as she inhales in sobs of hunger.
Her fingers grip in futility of a gesture
grasping the strands of the nothing that remains.
The anguished screams making music in her ears
melodious cries formed in the heaving light.
Pubescent energies foretell of the will to be
in a world of contradiction and strife.
Entrapped by the senses and deprivation
a web of perception in fantasy's realm.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

What is an Image?

A moment of emotional instances of time
As complex or as simple as a brief thought.
Abstracts caught by poets making a rhyme
With a pen just as they were taught.
Surreal nature trapped by colour in paint
From artists who see with their inner eyes.
Photographs of the mind, intense or feint
They stay as a reminder as time flies.
Hold the moments that make those brief images
For when you take trips on past pilgrimages.

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Hell's Kitchen

In the kitchens of hell the oven hid,
Trembling with fear from the glowing furnace.
Anger and rage were brewing under war's lid
A storm stewing in the depths of darkness.

Sins so deadly combine inside the fire,
Avarice and envy sparing in flame.
Lust in confusion of a love's desire
Fingers pointing with no-one left to blame.

Over-indulgence pitted with hunger
Whilst fools laze in the comfort of false pride.
A world of vice left to the fear monger
And those with no care along for the ride.

Look beneath with thought pry under hell's lid
And see for your eyes why the oven hid.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Sailing Oceans

Remember how we fell in love, my dear,
As sailing oceans to New York last year.
While wearing a sombrero you asked me
To dance to love's song and melody.
The trip wasn't cheap but worth the hard grind
As love was a treasure, an unplanned find.
Dropping defences the walls of my heart
Sweet sugar cubed moments saved from the start.
Technology of e-mail send a word
Unspoken by voice forever heard.
Words of passion and full of deep meaning
Eyes now shaded by rose coloured screening.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Word Bank: remember, grind, cheap, cube, New York, sombrero, technologu, drop, mean, ask

Hymn to the Gods

Forces of nature, hail to Thee,
From here on bended knee.
The Earth Mother graces us with life
To live free without strife.

The blessings surround us each day,
The tree spirits shelter our way.
The song of life is ours to dance
With passion and romance.

As our feet walk upon her soul
Let truth remain our goal.
In hope and faith let there be trust
The light of all life our lust.

So smile as you see Her and greet
The Earth sings 'Merry Meet'.
By the will of the gods ' Blessed Be'
With peace She lets us live free.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

First Song

Mary, Mary was quite contrary
With a garden all prim and proper.
No slugs or snails invaded,
Even greenfly came a cropper.

Pretty flowers all in a row,
No weeds to spoil the scene.
A garden that's simply idyllic,
A place of peace, so serene.

Tricks of the trade I think
Weed killer, slug pellets in a tub.
A carton of 'Miraclegro' too
So she could have the perfect shrub.

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Her Touch

In upright, proud posture I stand tall
I hear her open the door then feel clear air
As her fingers grasp me firmly, she wants my all.
The electricity surges from her touch, given with care.

Gently she pushes, rocking me back and forth,
I suck in harder as the air rushes in.
The longing builds inside me with each swath
As I move in all directions, my head in a spin.

The energy hums from deep inside my core,
Her hand engaging my attention, relieving my stress.
The silence as I rest, fulfilled once more.
The vacuum cleaning done, her carpets clean and fresh.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Word Bank: clean, engage, clear, posture, electric, push, rock, stress, rush, silence

POV: Vacuum cleaner

Just a Boy

Stood beneath the station clock I wait,
Make-up fixed as my nerves start to tremble.
Apprehension inside growing as I watch the gate
As the crowd for the next train assemble.

Eyes slowly move to the clock, quarter to eight.
I wonder if the ad in the paper was right,
And then hope that his train isn't too late.
The letters exchanged, yet still I feel this fright.

'Pull yourself together, girl, it's only a date!'
A brief hello at a nearby pizza bar.
The letters it seemed this was our fate,
He's just a boy, me a girl, we could go far.

Why worry if the need for love we sate?
Oh, why can't it be easy to find the perfect mate?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

My Heart Draws A Dream

When you love me I feel alive,
Without you I could not survive.
You are my passion, basic instinct,
Every breath feels fresh and distinct

As your lips brush my ear
I lose the nightmares and fear.
A kiss, my mind lost in concious stream
The artist within sketches a dream.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Let Me In

Fur wet and matted
From the incessant rain
His cry, a soulful 'meow'
'Let me in'

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Where It Was Dark

The lights of city life are drowning the stars
Endless droning from the slow moving cars
I long for the country, the song of the lark
Where silence reigned and it was dark.

The stars were alive with the radiance of day
As the owls called softly on the hunt for prey
Lost to the mayhem of city life
I want freedom from the rat-race and strife.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

So Far From You

The seas that ebb and flow between two hearts
That loved with passion, yet there lies a grudge.
The eyes of jade shine as envy imparts
Irrational thoughts like a subtle nudge.
No road or bridge can cross the growing gap
Built by the green eyed demon of jealous rage.
Bitter, twisted, love lies as useless scrap
As truth is not enough to turn the page.
The lack of trust has left nothing to save,
Our love has gone, lost to envy's desire.
I look at you, my eyes, empty, still crave.
Alas, your demon has slain my heart's fire.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Dead Ends

The walls of thought are closing in my mind
There is no doorway out that I can find
I'm sealed in confusion like a trapped rat
No light to see as in darkness I'm sat
A dream of freedom brings a false message
I seek the answers, there is no passage
I cry in grief, then in frustration, shout
'Hide! Suicide is the only way out!'

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Prompt: Suicide is the only way out

     from: Suicide Solution by Ozzy Osbourne

       

Make It Today

I feel the coldness of your touch linger
Sigh, as again you tease with a finger
I hunger for you dark queen, your realm I seek
Freedom in your shadow from chains so bleak
Hail dark angel, blessed queen, make it today
Slice the scythe goddess and take me your way

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Prisoner ( First Draft)

Outside reality inside my mind
The crowds of wilderness come
Invading, degrading all that is
Nothing matters, there is no calm
Fight for survival its an illusion
I have nothing more to give
The place I desire isn't here
I need to open that door
Just one step and I am free
The bonds of life are killing me
No good byes or loving farewells
Just depart mortality's hades
Lost from living can't see death
Dwelling in limbo is my prison
No release
No reprieve
No parole
Just hell

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Leave Me to Bleed (First Draft)

You leave me hanging for your touch
The brief moment when blood you sup
As in the pain of love's snug clutch
You fuck me up

In dazed confusion of desire
Agony burns yet still I feed
The masochist will play with fire
Leave me to bleed

The tainted dreams now taste of sin
When love is sweet wine from queen's cup
Then pain will die where love begin
You fuck me up

A lone where none can care or prey
A place in heart where love is freed
In tranquil rage, please go today
Leave me to bleed

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.