Parrots Unite

Arm in arm on mountainside, watching the sunset vista

You were my hilt, and I your blade, we stood strong

Waging war against the world, while weary winds did whisper

I found a place, in your soul, where I belonged

Beneath the stars, we spoke of hopes, and our dreams began to echo

And blossomed, from your heart into mine

Even though fires fade to ash, and embers cease to glow

Both our winding paths were serpentine

The candle burns from one end quicker, why don’t you return my glance

But it’s alright, you’re just busy, I understand

Claiming you just missed my message, it’s all just circumstance

And how could blissful ignorance ever be planned

When we love, the warmth it rushes, gushes through the air

Until realisation of the cold snap, setting in

And so crashing down we come, betwixt your joy and my despair

My only solace, the world’s smallest violin

It took me far too long to learn that my time and love are precious

Not some come and go emotions, blown along by passing zephyrs

So if your never-ending unconditional love, comes with a preface

There’s times I often wonder

About what you’re doing now

Where you are and what you’re feeling

If I could talk to you somehow

These thoughts always come to me

As I gaze out my window

So I sit back and I wonder

As I watch the lavender grow

You don’t pick up the phone anymore

And you don’t reply to my texts

It’s not your fault, and I don’t blame you

There’s little else to expect

And as I replay memories

Or scroll back through my phone

A tear comes to my eye

As I watch the lavender grow

There’s times I took for granted

The bond we shared, you and me

The love, the warmth, the kindness

The biscuits and a nice cup of tea

Or how you’d cheat at card games

Or how your smile would always glow

These are things I think of

As I watch the lavender grow

It’s hard knowing that I’ll never

Get to speak to you again

That you’ll never hear my stories

And the birthdays you won’t attend

As I count your stolen hours

I’m grateful that I know

All the joy and love we shared

Tools equipped and ready to go

I begin my masterpiece

A knife to whittle the pieces down

And find what’s underneath

A chisel to chip off the worry

The trauma and self doubt

Leaving all that is good

And all the bad locked out

A mallet posed strong and true

Waiting to bestow its force

To smash away the problems

Kill the root at its sauce

If I could carve a person

I’d do the best I could

I’d want it to be perfect

And never misunderstood

Carve out all wrong doing

And leave a soul divine

But would it really be a person

Or a shell, with no refine

But you can’t carve out people

Choosing your favourite traits

The good comes with the bad

A Rose Upon a Chain

There you rest upon your chain,

my once pretty flower.

As gorgeous as the day I picked you,

but now the scent’s turned sour.

Through your stem a chain was thread,

loves attempt to capture.

That which cannot be replaced,

in hell nor the sweet hereafter.

Your petals always felt vibrant, flush,

the colour of a lovers flame.

Now that love has turned to anguish,

but the colour still burns the same.

So I hang you up around my neck, your thorns piercing my skin.

As I watch the blood stain my chest, I reminisce.

As you sit there upon your chain, full of pain and hope and loss.