Steel Riven

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Belief, creative, death, Immortality, Life, poems, poetry, Sacred, Shelley, Steel riven, Text, verse, writing

We walk through winter’s halls

Our faces turned to spring now,

Each footstep on our way

Follow the dreams we’re given,

To each and everyone 

The promise of forgiveness, 

The words we hoped to hear

In sheets of steel riven.

Beyond the love and hate

And things beyond our knowledge, 

We stand in aftermath

No need for war or sword,

The light that burns outside

We find inside ourselves,

But blindly we go on

To follow Mary’s word.

See as our faces fade

Like marks made in the sand,

Tyrants and saints as one

Now dust upon our lids,

And all the games we played

The sacred words we read,

Could never satisfy 

Like lies we swallowed did.

Note for Michael (because you’ll get it) and anyone else who is interested. Try reading this to the verse melody to Adorations by Killing Joke.

Dream House

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creative, dream, Dream House, House, isolation, Life, Modern, Nightmare, poems, poetry, Progress, Technology, verse, writing

In the dream house the

Party comes to life,

The lights on all the

Latest toys they flicker

And water in the

Pool lies warm and bitter,

Like words inside rest

Balanced on the knife,

In the dream house he

Waits for her reply,

The words he sent to

Her uneasy on red lips

The words he knows fall

Down now from lip to hip,

Slumped before the screen

His passion rising high,

And on the outside

The names are numbers,

Gathered in the flint

And carved in chrome and stone

Reflections of lost

Time never spent alone,

Windows to the world

Faking content lustre,

In the dream house sits

A shell within a shell,

Marking out the time

In digital decay

Willing friends with mouths

And bytes to kill the day,

And was this what we wanted

When angels tolled the bell?

Night Train

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Another Tease, Anthology, Book, Collection, creative, Journey, Life, Lulu, Nigh Train, poems, poetry, verse, writing

One final piece taken from my recently published collection ‘Another Tease’. From next week I shall be posting more new pieces which I hope that you will enjoy.

But for now here is poem entitled ‘Night Train’ which I hope you enjoy and, if you do, there are details on how to purchase the collection at the bottom of this post. Thank you.

The night train came

Like Arctic winter

Drew into the platform

Its presence announced

A rumbling roar

Which stirred the senses of those

Who could not move,

A platform crowded

Shrouded in the silence

Of isolation

Bodies shuffling on automatic

Knowing the journey to come

Yet helpless in their resistance,

Seated now staring with the vacancy

Of untenanted rooms

Rooms closed off to sightless eyes

Tunnel-visioned pulled on

By a darkness

Whose whispered words

Seduced like an absented lover

A promise of redemption,

Rhythms rumble wheels on track

Devil’s chains around my brain

A voice that cries

So pure so clear

Yet smothers reason with unseen hand

And blind like time

The sinking Sun drips blood

Unsure of its return.

‘Another Tease’ is a collection of poetry, short prose fiction and lyrics covering themes as diverse as love & war, faith & loss and hope & depression. The lyrics have no melodies – each one is left open for the reader to create their own interpretation.

ISBN: 978-1-329-16251-8

Available now via:

LULU

As soon as the book is available on other platforms I will post more!

I hope that you enjoy reading!

To Your Heart

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Communication, creative, Creative writing, emotion, hope, Life, loss, Love, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Relationships, To Your Heart, verse, writing

I sent a message to your heart
That only reached your head
A string of words which hung on silk
Around my neck like lead
I wrote a tune, a melody
And hummed it in your ear
The open heartbeat spaces there
The sounds you couldn’t hear
I smiled a smile behind my eye
To bridge the gap between
And grew a rainbow in the sky
If only you had seen
I sent a message to your heart
That only reached your head
And only questioned with my tears
The words you never said.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Lies We Weave

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creative, Depression, free-form, Lies We Weave, Life, Philosophy, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

The lies we weave
Hang from the ceilings
Of the rooms
We dreamed up once
Upon a time
In nighttimes held in
Hands so large and warm
We never had to breathe,
They hold us there
Afraid to move or break
The cord that winds its
Silken thread
About our limbs
Until the will to step from corners
Dies and lies in silence
A shell bereft of care,
And still we spin
Draw in those who fly
Too close or
Cannot feel the risk
We show so plain
To believe the lies we say
As if they were anything but
The web we sleep within.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

The Screen that Hums

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Celebrity, Communication, creative, isolation, Life, poems, poetry, Relationships, Television, The Screen that Hums, TV, verse, writing

With the TV on
And no-one home
Does it matter that
We’re all alone
With the dramas and
The lives of those
We’d wish to be or
Are glad we aren’t
To dip in and out
Of colours loud
Where death rings tears
And heroes bleed
But we’ll see them all
Again next time
In costumes grand
Or just like those
That reflect our lot
In kitchens where
Machines that feed us
Ping lap-top sustenance
Remind us of the
Lives that we could lead
Behind the screen
That hums and moves
In steps more constant
Than our own or those
That move our hearts to bleed
Or cry out in our heads
For the credits to roll
Once more.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Raw

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creative, Life, Love, Open, poems, poetry, Raw, Relationships, verse, writing

Never really wanted much

From the world,

Or anything from you

But your love,

Never tried to take those things

That I saw,

Or anything that I

Didn’t need.

A smile was all I wanted

To ever see,

A smile on every face

From the heart,

Some may never notice me

As I pass by,

But I was here behind

The mirror glass.

Never really wanted much

To belong,

Perhaps never truly meant

For this world,

But I was here awhile and

You’ll forget,

And the writing on the wall

Will always fade.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Never Quite This Warm

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creative, Depression, Life, Never quite this warm, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, winter, writing

Wanted to feel seasons

Count colours in the sky,

The winters of the past

Were never quite this warm.

Wanted you to hold me

Feel snow upon our lips,

Beneath an icy moon

Kept warm against the cold.

Wanted to taste the night

Fresh kisses on my tongue,

Clean sun against our backs

As hand in hand we were.

Long days without an end

Wasted time never lost,

Each moment perfect, new

Eyes coloured in the sky.

Curled safe within the sheets

With arms and legs entwined,

You never looked so good

As naked in the dark.

And walking through our dreams

With feet that never ran,

The soundtrack of our days

Played sweetly in our heads.

Wanted to feel seasons

Count colours in the sky,

The winters of the past

Were never quite this warm.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

Over Again

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creative, Life, Love, Over again, poems, poetry, Regret, verse, writing

Don’t wait until

The door has closed

Until the curtain’s drawn,

Don’t wait until

The dreams you had

Are flowers on the lawn.

Don’t close your eyes

And trust in fate

To open up the day,

Or wish upon

A star that won’t

Illuminate the way.

Don’t count the days

And with them all

The chances you have lost,

Or sit so still

In corners dark

And watch spring turn to frost.

Don’t hesitate

To speak the words

To those you hold so dear,

Just tell them now

And everyday

And wipe away the fear.

Take those you love

Into your world

And tell them they belong,

Love them now with

All you are then

Over and over again.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

Turned Away

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age, creative, dreams, faith, Life, loss, Love, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Relationships, thoughts, Truth, Turned away, verse, writing

She sits and waits the tv glows

Stares pictures on the wall,

She wonders if they’ll ever know

The days she turned away.

He watches faces on the screen

As nameless they pass by,

He sees her still in youthful dream

But would not change a thing.

She dreams of ships with billowed sail

Her foot upon their bow,

And moons that wax and moons that pail

Horizons silent now.

He thinks of doors that always closed

And wished them all away,

Each detail drawn each gateway posed

He’d climb them all again.

She pictures faces that she knew

And counts them over stiles,

How many seen how known so few

She wonders how they fell.

He holds himself within his shell

The bottle comes again,

The stories that he’ll never tell

Die slowly deep inside.

She sits and waits the tv glows

Stares pictures on the wall,

She wonders if they’ll ever know

The days she turned away.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019