Forged in man’s minerals, the brassy orator
Laying my ghost in metal.
My half ghost in armour hold hard in deaths corridor,
To my man-iron sidle. Dylan Thomas
Dancing demonically
Caravaggioing the room the space
Playing with your heart and mind
Loving the reason – without, the reason.
An echo is heard…
Emphasing the decision is made.
There is no going back.
2
Better a bitter ending than an endless bitterness. Persian proverb
The sky is scarred by the black cloud the dragonfly
Cuts toward its wanton wake:
There is still innocence life is here-and-there
A private chaotic architecture
The life breathes the silken air of the soul
Upon a canvas of experience
Living in the night storms torment
And in tomorrow’s tomorrow.
Until they begin again.
With regret and satisfaction once the day is done.
Jonathan Beale has 500 plus poems published in Penwood Review, Poetic Diversity, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, Mad Swirl, Pyrokinection, Ygdrasil, Van Gogh’s Ear, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Jawline Review, Bluepepper, Jellyfish Whispers, The Outsider, and Yellow Mama. His first collection of poetry ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ is published by Hammer & Anvil. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Destinations-Raxiera-Jonathan-Beale-ebook/dp/B018F6GWQ6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1452199641&sr=1-1&keywords=jonathan+beale He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
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