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there are always has options
another road, a different way
if you shove fear out the door
you’ll triumph on another day

it’s not impossible:
the right decision can be made
but only if you’re willing
to step out of the shade

be brave & buoyant
as you stand in the sun
unafraid & unwavering
before anyone

make your own mark
design your own legacy
believe in yourself
embracing flight can set you free

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smoky kisses

on days when life
leaves her a wreck
she remembers a cold
& rain-soaked deck
clasped hands put
reality in check
smoky kisses planted
against a lover’s neck

in his neck
is a throbbing vein
is that heartache –
his own private pain?
nothin’ to lose
& everything to gain
endless smoky kisses
in a cold summer rain

when guilt & regret
start to creep
when loneliness
prods her to weep
when thoughts grow
unbearably deep
the memory of smoky kisses
lulls her to sleep

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conviction

the demons return
when the room is pitch-black
but she’s stronger now:
well-equipped to fight back
she’ll not let their negativity
win the day
her feet are firmly planted
her resolve will not sway

she’s made friends with Hypnos
she dances in her dreams
blithely side-steppin’
away from the demons’ screams
ogres & devils
do battle for her soul
as she recedes from the reach
of Charon’s barge pole

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happy

she watches the sunrise
through curtains of lace
eager for the new day
reassured of God’s grace

her jeans & t-shirts
hang on the washin’ line
doin’ their dance
in hot August sunshine

though she’s scared
of the beasties that crawl in the dirt
gardenin’ helps her heal
it soothes every hurt

unlocking the red door
each day when she returns home
lovin’ the sound of silence
that comes from bein’ alone

fresh sheets on a new mattress
a waiter smilin’ & snappy
she realizes life is short:
she’s gonna spend hers bein’ happy

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a girl can dream

I have this fantasy
of you & me
in a little home
on the edge of the North Sea

in the winter months
we’re bound to get some chills
but we’re happy in our house
nestled by the Scottish hills

it’ll have spacious rooms
& ceilings high
& a skylight above the bed
so we can see the night sky

& when it’s time to cook
we both pitch in
in our proper
country kitchen

we’ll be lucky enough
that we can both work from home
& at night we’re lulled to sleep
by the sound of sea foam

it’s saved me
this fantasy
& one day we’ll get it,
our home by the North Sea

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at the Wheatsheaf

in a slow-setting sun
we amble slowly along
as the skies of West Beckham
ring with bird song
I’m holdin’ the hand
of my best friend
ready for tea
at the Wheatsheaf Inn

an old stone building
covered in ivy that’s run amok
in a gorgeous setting
that leaves me dumbstruck
I’m so happy to be
with my best friend
walkin’ through the doors
of the Wheatsheaf Inn

the owner greets us
with a dazzling smile
she shows us to our table
chatterin’ all the while
I look over the top of the menu
at my best friend
we’re both delighted
by the choices
at the Wheatsheaf Inn

the food arrives
& it’s delicious
we share our couples’ jokes
laughin’ though they’re repetitious
sated by food & sun
I give my hand to my best friend
as we walk back to the cottage
& away from the Wheatsheaf Inn

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on the A92

the sun came out
once we hit the A92
light that kicked aside the clouds
suspended in a sky of blue

in rolling fields
sat scattered hay bales
tenement blocks
housing spiders & snails

cottages hug the road
adorned with wild flowers
emerald hills glisten
from an early morning shower

a lone motorcyclist
rides into the wind
along the horizon
turbines lazily spin

so many times
we’ve cruised the A92
so many memories
of me & you

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swappin’

right now, shit is complicated
cuz I’m bearin’ a heavy load
makes it hard for me ta decide
if it’s time for me ta hit the road

this country – this man I love
they’d both be hard to leave
& if I give them up
is it just because I grieve?

mah Daddy is long dead
& now, so is my Mother
yet there’s family that love me
I’ve two sisters & a brother

long ago I left them
for a love I thought would never die
more fool me,
cuz that turned out to be a lie

now that my beloved Mother
has been laid to rest
I’m thinkin’ I shoulda stayed
with those who loved & knew me best

that said, leaving Scotland
would make me unbearably sad
for the life I’ve constructed here
has not been all bad

my heart, my brain burn
lit by the consciousness molotov
I struggle with reality:
all life is a trade-off

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deciphering the message

when I stepped into the garden
church bells began to ring
was that the sign I’d asked for
did it mean anything?

would I now be suffused with
a faith I could not doubt?
would my tears be replaced
by a triumphant shout?

when I stepped into the garden
when those bells began to chime
was that a divine message
that I’d be rescued one more time?

would I now be granted
a glimpse into that light?
would I be assured the path I choose
is the one that’s right?

perhaps I need to get busy
building a garden that is new
one large enough to encompass
souls as big as me & you

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last chance

if I’m honest
if I tell you you’re the one
will you run?
will you run?

if I kneel to you
swear forever I’ll be true
what would you do?
what would you do?

will you help me sow love’s seeds?
will you forgive all my past deeds?
will you love a heart that bleeds
or will you run from all my needs?

if I’m truthful
admit I long for you & me
will you flee?
will you flee?

if I’m bare my soul
if I make it clear
will you hear?
will you hear?

underneath an ageless sky
next to you I yearn to lie
time passes with an agonized sigh
those we love one day will die

so if I ask you
on this day
will you stay?
please, tell me you will stay

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