Winters’ Cold

Sound advice
Laugh at absurdity
Love in a stranglehold
Hearing that is so selective
Before many courts
A scribe bursting inside
Laws without guilt
Judged as a duck
Your seer feels the pebbles
A banished scarlet letter
Lifted from a healing chest
Drawn to the ascension of a kingdom
On trial for a better class structure

Known as an expensive harlot
Egged on by innocent wage
Down to a level she doesn’t need to see
By a presence heard by secrecy

Lessons learned, knowledge forgotten

Levels that bring frozen change
Beads of forgiveness beckon
for a call back to times too exciting

Justified lovers an opportune find

Clarity is fighting to blossom
in a spring of tangible wealth

An id that has continuous fragrance
An oxymoron that breathes heat into the veins
To quell the cold hearted masses

Shovelling the ploughed heaviness of a tardy snowfall
that empties all onto a lonely path
A bad rain of dark colours in each full load of wayside thrown hard flakes
A broken fool, a tear trickles and freezes down a wind burnt cheek
A give up, a give in, an unforgotten life

A well heard level up
A unoriginal line, out of mouth in order to sell familiarity
A relationship known for struggling with the obvious followed love-filled tension
A headlock, a bruised thigh, a scar on the hidden parts
A stitch of laughter that hurts
as it brings up sweet memories
of a short scathing fest of healing, angst, desire and kismet.