Thursday 22 September 2011

THE SPLINTERED HORIZON

And on that splintered horizon,
Lay a bewildering shrine,
To which my thoughts could now metamorphosize.

Hallucinogens seemingly untied me,
Crying through a sadness deep,
The rain-child beckoned me towards her icy core,
Pain broke through to higher existences.

And in the never ending glory of God,
The father figure shone forever more,
The crying ceased at heaven , nirvana.

The enraptured heart lusted no more,
And crime never rhymed,
Beauty exalted,
Drifting off to a cluster of stars,
Saturns rings faded to blackness,
We had yeared through silence all along,
To a star- stained spangled epitaph.


POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011

Tuesday 13 September 2011

DREAMSCAPE

The cold morning air breathed upon my tired eyes and awoke me to the mountainous horizon,
Shadow eyed and drifting along dreams,
I arose to the distant memory of the fall.

Disappearing into legions of stars,
My reflection was shadowed by the mirrored mist which hung upon the lake.

The trees shone through their light,
And i heard the echo of my timeless footsteps,
Which will always haunt this lapsless sanctuary.


POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011




THE SIGHING TREE

Still to the tension of less chatter,
The olden timbers sank down the flow,
Of their expressioned tide,
Mangled crustaceans oer a jokers shape.

Chasmed as they sped a descent down,
The curving lanes and constricting veins,
Infallible scarlet cooled and could have,
Wounded the womb of its endearing children.

Wine left its haunt.

And the play of a smaller kindred,
Gave a kiss and marked its friend with a sigh,
Ripple said waters edge, droop with more silence,
You never seem to wage a war.

Your growth leadeth through the cover of a butterfly,
A shadow through a demon,
The glistening foretold a shining, falling, light,
We had yeared through silence all along,
With a primal soft sigh.


POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES
ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011

Monday 12 September 2011

THE REALM OF NIGHT

Pupils that dilate, like two moons,
Over the crest of my sand shaken shore.
Hills that roll,
Stars in the blackness of a void,
Which hang the portrait of night.

The pinnacle of time,
A sunset realm,
Sun washed horizons,
Echoing sounds in the night.
Stalagmites in a cave of mystery,
Enshrouded layers dank with dew.

Fair ground trees piercing the blackness,
Pyramids across the cliffs forever.

I wish away to glide puffed cotton clouds,
Strange sights amidst the unknown,
Seen in dreams, telling of landscapes,
Shadowy in the realm of night.



POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES ,

ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011






Tuesday 6 September 2011

PSYCHEDELIC RADNESS


Audio disrupter satellite signalling down to my mind,
Into the void with vivid all terrain skates, radical thunder flipped out blues,
Monumental countryside inspired with chunky skateboard fantasticality.
Blurring a receptive eye, golden wheels burning amidst stars, flaming into the glare.

A cool breeze and a sea sifted kite flashing with a myriad of colours,
Sparking break dance beats, with kung-fu influenced manoeuvres in motion,
Angular camera point of view to, blinding flash, aggressive move pulled with style,
Floating boats rocking the night with fairground lights amidst.

A shining star trail, comet blazing fire magnetised only by the atmosphere,
Three sixty flipping down staircases embedded and long lasting,
Monolith structures intriguing and pyramid bursting fever executes stunts,
Real and forever, just touching the screen in a dream.

The remote sensor on a stereo metal machine activates sounds vast and bold,
I'm soaring on a hover board across the exiting woodland,
One eighty spinning over gorges in a valley formed by huge icebergs long ago,
My talents are shining, I owe everything to God.



POEM COPYRIGHT PAUL JONATHAN STOKES ,

ART COPYRIGHT JON HAWARD 2011