Our Love Is A Dream

She took my hand

Have you ever seen a grown man smile

like that?

It started to slip

It fell into space and I asked if she could

keep looking at

the sunset

Whilst I layed out our picnic

The warm summer night

reminded me of bright stars and glowing clouds

from where I came

But everyone kept telling me 

that thoughts weren't safe

and words weren't sane

When I got back

I saw her sitting, head down, hugging tight

her own self. Tears running down her face

from her glowing eyes - 

they made me think of home, as well

I asked her, "What is it, love?"

She fell back through space

onto soft grass

Warm bread - its smell - wafted over

as she stared up, sadly smiling

She took my hand once more

I gulped, it's not my turn to cry

"I miss the world I wished for,"

she said.

"I lived there in my head."

I kissed her face

Lying down, grass scratching my neck,

love pouring down from scarlet clouds

She speaks again

about how beauty stopped

as soon as beauty was a thing that she desired

She means 

that she forgot to dream

Anyway, stealing chances

A tear falls out my own eye

I grip her hand

too tight, 

she, too, grips back

I love her

more than worlds beyond or books or songs

I tell her wishes still belong

And that our future's here

Hold on

- By Josh N

YOU LIVE UNDER A STAIRCASE

And governed by all types of perversion - a world ungrasped and incalculable.

Sexual gratification of murder

for ration;

a childish giggle for foreplay

and death of a nation

Tender fingers

rasped iron bars

The prisoner bled rust from his head

into jars

And he sold them to inmates

too afraid to accept

that it wasn't a juice from a café

He said:

The devil he lives in a stairwell

below you

Your steps will alert him

Your breaths

will arouse

his affections

You left him, you said,

but you held on to death

And The Earth is a finger:

directed a sun

to revolve around pride if you loved

then he won

Have you seen evil’s vile

A split tongue

and a smile

Who created your fear

but a complex denial

of self for a while?

Oh dear

You set fire to hearth

while the wood prospered on

Because go from your birth

a malignant confront

told you life is a treasure

but just what is won

in a dank bloody cellar

where your dad

kept his guns

So drained out

of fulfilment

they winked and they said

if you opened your mind

you’d find summer

is red

from the blood

of a devil

and his wife that you tortured right under his bed

Mother, dear

You tried only your best

to declare a resemblance

to a God

and you dressed up in dresses choked dry by the presses

pretending to care when we all know you left us

to deal with negligence

far out a prayer

for some hopeless repentance

yes better beware. So

pass bowls full of water and cups with entrails

to your Satan still under the staircase

 - By Josh N

Entropic - A Poem

Will it be better on the other side of tomorrow?

A haunted castle swings

Pushed by the mother's foot

Detached

A miracle

That it's still latched

To nature's Queen

A rickety wooden horse

On a spaceship

A new course

Set sail for greener pastures

Water the weeds

They're the right colours

Considering throwing you out

There's not air there

But there are smiles

And warm hearts

Too

You could hold your breath

While you made love

A litter box

Tossed out on the street

In an ancient city

Deserted last week

A play on words you'll never guess

Her litter's buried in her father's mess

Consider the fly, ye sluggard

If you can't eat the horse eat the buzzard

In conclusion we continue to hunger

We go on, considering it's stunning

Picture on the wall

Of a planet beyond our shack

Or a finite point for the universe' joint considering we're smaller than that --

It floats down from the pin

Where it was hooked for a while

Hits the floor, drowns there some more

Our memories lost and gone

- By Josh N