like the addict
i remain absent 
in awe of its volatile deception 
          my innocence haunts me 
          relieving like the plague 

patient in its planning 
true stategist of war
it remains close


hiding in the wall 
stains, sheltered by a scarce 
few unlit corners amidst the valley

aroma; acidic, astringent
       it conforms the senses
                                 like paralysis
~ sulphuric burning hair ~
romantising the sonnets
i penned to honour that
goetic maiden voyage

     the time it stole faith
     the time it stole hope
     the time it stole trust 
               this dark shadow
                    replayed in hd
                         every other night
                              ~ -- ~     
                                   ~ -- ~     

alternating versed secrets
scriptures of spirit children

the rest remain hidden -
          enslaved with possibility

laundered off shore -
          trekking through mazes 
          evading the taxman 

generously reliable

it bestows a peculiar 
          sense of comfort
          conceeding to guilt
~ like opium it warms my soul ~


About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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