The Prisoner’s Tale

These words flow through my blood

Fresh like oxygen inhaled

They keep my heart pumping

While my soul is impaled.

Those words carved in my skin

Like treasured tattoos

They saved me from drowning

In waves of indigo blues.

Those words mix with mine

And when they are entwined

In my twisted up neurons

They get drenched in my mind.

Those words dance like flames

I feel them reignite me

They push me through brick walls

I feel them delight me.

Those words full of passion

Words soaked in love and hate

Served in equal portions

On our empty daily plates

Those words of hope will rise

On a dark oppressive day

I wrote these words of freedom

As they threw the key away.

© D.Hinson

There is…

There is a moon hanging
in a  black sky dying
for a break on the horizon.

There is a crow hiding
in the wings waiting
to be a silhouette at sunrise.

There is a dream dancing
through a broken night reflecting
as the morning dew gathers.

There is a song riding
on the dawn chorus cracking
the silent code of night.

There is a life emptied
lost in misty mornings hoping
to be filled every day.

D.Hinson

tesseract

Those meddling mathematicians
continue to blow my mind
I cannot figure it out, perhaps
I am a fraction blind.
Sculpting the fourth dimension
I can see the fatal attraction
as the artist becomes magician
via mathematical abstraction.
The physicists equations
described our physical reality
in only three dimensions
so how can you see
four dimensional objects fly
through time and space?
I am trapped in a hypercube*
in a very dark place.

D.Hinson

Bipolar bear

Up the ladders
down the stairs
feel like a bipolar bear

Side effects
the whole body
Immune system barely there.

Hibernate
She cancels date
time to wear new frown.

Pills and potions
and magic lotions
in toxic waste she drowns.

Hiding lies
behind dark eyes
Wants to scream out loud.

Healthy dining
silver linings
on edge of brooding clouds.

Hope patches
Love thatches
tattered tapestries.

Friends care
bipolar bears
won’t drown in stormy seas.

D.Hinson

Mother Nature

Mother Nature’s getting high
On cheap prescription drugs
Smoking out her garden weeds
Chemically killing slugs.

Lungs fossilised in fuel
From the day he was born
His nicotine coated smile
well stained and well worn.

Bleached babies bounce,
In Sanitized playpens
Inject more newborn animals
Mammorys moulded on new men.

The milk of human kindness
Spills on derelict shores
Happiness is a one night stand
Always wanting more.

D.Hinson

Manchester Man

Your chiseled looks

Inspiring books of poetry,

Words symbolically clashing

Packed with passion,

Meteorically rising

Then falling on wet bank holidays.

Image of a god, A god of imagery

Swallowing words in rising tides.

No one hides from your critical eyes

Flowers fade in your presence,

Time wears your essence.

Absent minds will find the answers,

Cutting through your soulful words

As your genius escapes

On the wings of dying birds.

© D.Hinson

Kali, the destroyer

She said….

I am radioactivity
I am the intoxicated sea
I am the chemical cocktail you devour
I am the eleventh hour

I am the devourer of razor blades
I cut the cord as diversity fades
your actions brought my rebirth
welcome Kali back to earth.

She melts the ice with heated breath
her dark eyes filled with scenes of death
she turns fertile land to dust
she bakes the earth, cracks the crust.

Killer queen feeds on wars and hate
she feasts on famine’s daily plate
seeds of destruction she will plough
only love can stop her now.

Injustice reigns were Kali pours
flooding  deltas, killing more
until we unite and take a stand
to banish Kali from this land.

D.Hinson

Kiss my shiny metal ass

Make me a robot

I don’t care about its gender

Just give it an attitude

A bit like Bender.

It doesn’t have to look pretty

As long as it functions

keeps itself well scrubbed

And oil it’s own junctions.

It needs to be bright

But let me win at scrabble

Talk about philosophy,

Psychology, music and travel.

Bring me breakfast in bed

Be my master Chef

An accomplished musician

And not tone deaf.

Love the great outdoors

And climb every mountain

Enjoy art and Culture

Take me to the Treffi fountain.

In the bedroom it could

Teach me a thing or two

In fact stuff the robot

I’ll stick with you.

© D.Hinson

I am a camera

I am a camera
see through closed eyes
when my aperture opens
I make fools from the wise.
When my shutter clicks
I let the light in
turn the world upside down
then reverse it again.

I am a camera
I can distort the truth
I can make you all pretty
I can bring back youth.
I can freeze action
I can stop time
Record beauty and the beast
and the scene of the crime.

I am a camera
evolved over many years
I remember bringing
great painters fear.
Recording history
for all to see
but will technology
be the death of me?

D.Hinson

Backstage

Backtage the scene is set
when the curtain falls
the actors disperse.

It’s hard to tell where
reality rip holes
in fantasies verse.

A  black velvet sky
crammed full of stars.
Is it illusion ?

A backdrop pierced
light shines through
lost in confusion.

Protagonists meet
then part again
after mumbling their lines.

I sit in darkness
in sacred silence
waiting to say mine.

Echoes of footsteps
hairs stand to attenton
on my  cold skin.

I turn to see nobody
except the body
I’m left in.

D.Hinson