Kite

We tie our fears
Around the strings of a kite
Releasing them off skyscrapers
Ten miles high

Letting go of sorrow
In the blink of an eye
Burning a trail for tomorrow
Across mirrors of fire

Dreams scattered upon the rooftops
Glisten like beams of glass
Fragile to the earthquakes
Of the cities underpass

Skeleton structures
Claw out to the stars
Cranes dismantling concrete bodies
Over a sea of cars

 

Written by Jeremy Warder 2017

The Rain

Have you ever seen life wash down the drain?
Puddles of dark that drive you insane
And no matter how hard you try
Your karma is dark
Like the depths of the night

People walk by and fade on the street
Souls waste away in the torturous heat
So hold your head high and unleash the pain
Cos ladies and gentlemen
Here comes the rain!

Dreams

Chasing dreams
Whilst we’re still alive
Fighting handles
Against the swing of time

Dreams glow in the dark
Dreams are the make-up
From which happiness is made of

It’s so easy to slip
With one trip
Life can come crashing down
And dreams can turn to dust
Slipping away in the hourglass
Destroyed by disillusion or lust

For what we crave, we can’t always have
But if we try, we’ll die with no shame
Trying to live our lives
Fighting against life’s games

For when you’re a child
You can catch them in the air
But when you’re an adult
They can disappear anywhere

The whales of August

The old lady sat staring into the blue
Sun kissing her leather skin
Mermaids fork combing her silver hair
Playing cats cradle with her hands
She looked at the strings as a lifeline
Childhood memories dangling on her fingertips

Raising a horn carved from whale bone
A siren was blown echoing across the lake
Summoning the whales to the shore

Realising she had precious time left
The old lady crawled onto the rocks
Watching the whales dance below
Glittering sun bounced off the water
Lighting up her smile
Her husbands face emerging
In the rippling mirror

Reaching out her arms for an embrace
Her body tumbled forward
As she flew down into the endless depths
Eyes closed like a baby
Her hair unravelling like reeds

As the evening sun melted on the lake
Cherry blossom began to fall
Her cottage lying empty
Left hanging on the porch was her childhood mobile
Dangling, spinning in the wind

The German Filmstar

In a city of vultures
Glittering in their eyes
Red masts of television towers flash
To the dictatorships demise

Decaying studios from times gone by
Echo with the sound
Of the German Film Stars voice

With translucent skin
And razor sharp cheekbones
He never smiles

Whilst travelling high on a plane
Suspended in the blood red sky
He peers through the clouds
Watching autumn leaves fall

Whilst down below
Women’s hearts melt
On the East German sidewalk

Heaven

Through the gates of heaven
Lies an abyss of stars
Memories flickering like twilight
Onto a crashed scrapheap of souls

Skulls blooming with flowers
A nuclear heart of the prophet beating
Running underpowered

God sits regally on his throne
Rolling his marbles
Seeds dispersed from his fingertips
Light bulbs of brains
Sizzled out with one switch

His legs dangling
Above the universe
As people swarm underneath
Like a colony of ants