Wednesday, June 6, 2012

re-sparking it is needed perhaps
so i indulge in my passions until i find that... Planeswalking capability in another
light those fires
and walk.

Nick Bacon Wednesday June 6 2012

Thursday, February 23, 2012

It is a liquid- (wiki check) Nah it's solid.

This glass box
can't intervene
with the events around me.
I can only observe
and witness the mistakes of my past.
This glass box,
no doors,
no way out,
no way in.
I was born here,
and will die the same
Unless i can break free,
shatter the walls around me.
Make my own way out,
into the world outside.
This glass box,
My lonely mind . . .

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Wicker chairs.

I see you still
out of cornered eyes
up upon wicker chairs
light shining as sunrises will
through white blonde hair
smiles worn and seductive face
turned off center just so

Disappearing just as quick as you rose
with my second look- now a yellow chair
no longer used, bearing no thought save
how i must repair those splintered arms
a sunset in dying light.

Moon light

Will you dance with me in the moonlight
! spin in transient rays
translucent as fading rays reflect from hair
unforgettable unnatural but so perfect within
these arms finding strength just so to
hold your young body within between
that eyes so bright can pass stored
radiance forth till the bitter hearts
without will call the moon barren and defined

Nay! Resist we will that such a fine and natural sight
as our bodies pressed tight dancing in the moonlight
beneath the mystic unexplained feeling - Moon and love
Entwined like fingers pressing exploring discovering.

Saturday, February 18, 2012



Kiss me
Hard throw me against the bed
But do not look at my face

Turn that small body over
Scream if you will
but speak no words* to me
Kiss if you must move that sweet mouth

sweet so long as it makes no semblence
of sounds with soft suicidal meaning and
words that you ought not speak.

Dont look at me!
Just take and give
With a bitter silence to
calm a barren & scared mind

With pony up! in backgrounds telling you
Shut up and kiss me
Good at first when self told lies
can be believed before brittle
truth seeps in shallow hearts

When awareness dawns
You are a means not an end
Out the door you walk
or are forced to crawl

Terible betrayal of lessons taught to
our youthful selves that love is
pristine untouchable sacred like life
smashed how the bamiyan buddha
lost his life with no meaning found

Look away from my tattered form
light fire to your self
with my smouldering soul
that i can feel
Feel in your innocennce dieing
feel in your confusion
feel in the seperate selves
validiction of self
now imprinted as seals upon cattle
within a mind once tender and sweet
now bitter and frail.

Monday, February 13, 2012


I can create vitriol verse upon a short summer night
with word poet and shriek born
but these fond farewells live not in
sullen homes of broken vessel
nostalgia burnt away with
old verse and journal fill'd
by longing and days passed in daze
so now roots fill'd with ash left
of words in hope of this
greater day now faded fast

Feb 13 2012 nick bacon

Monday, February 6, 2012

Family Tree

Family Tree

The damned roots
which unseen usurp my standing
leaving the cement below cracked askew.

These cursed branches
which creak in swaying to social winds
Keeping me awake.

The fallacies i find in these leaves
forever shifting making work
a yard that is never cleaned.

The undying support of blood run deep
cut to save my sterile home.

Shifting light in sunsets with colored minds
reduced to omnipresent glare from lonely vantage.

Meditation in each leaf known so true
Painted in the masters hand infinite variance.

Now the family tree burns at my feet
smoke hiding the bless'd night sky.

What sin hath been wrought,
by these two(too) tiny hands.

Nick Bacon feb 6 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

burns into the back of my eyelids

wasting moments
wasted with friends
of Brutus ilk

Dreams of places unfelt
tastes of languages unknown
whilst doorframes hold me within (+sheltered)
crumbling walls

The fading light
from a city lost
crying with no sight
of its spirit
confused in grocery store ally's
wandering in drug'd violence
ignored and reviled.

if you find the piece
let me know what i have lost

That these feared dreams cease

That i leave this place behind

That those timed burns cease

That I may learn to love.

nick bacon January 23 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Im Forever a Stranger

I'm forever a stranger
to this world
I don't understand its language.
It doesn't understand my silence.
As if we'd met in a mirror,
a shadow of contempt
is all we exchange.
I'm forever a stranger
to myself.
Afraid of the Dark,
I block with my body
the only light.
My only lover is my shadow
my only enemy my heart.

Nicholas Scott Bacon September(uncertain) 2010

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Rules of Alliteration.

Pretty little lives
built within cages of social standard
emotions hidden heretofore
norms of behavior leaving marred masks
and flecks on porcelain skin
for judicious judgments
by our phony friends
and narcissistic neighbors

to be real requires
no, does demand

that ourselves open

past these trite trappings

to a livid life
without Gods Government or Guarantee.

©Nicholas Bacon
August 2010

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A star is born ( or " M81 Starburst Galaxy)

Hold my hand and watch these stars

ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts
ignore shut doors and cars un-returning

In this moment
Watch a star be born, with me
While a heart will beat, with you

ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts
ignore shut doors and cars un-returning

For in this moment
Our lives entwined
Hold my hand and watch these stars.

January 25 2012

Learn to stay

I've spent my days
in imaginary lands
with friends
who all know
that one day
I would leave,
for good.

When i do
I will leave behind
so you can't forget
about how much
I loved you,
all these memories.
I wont change my
life, and I wont
ever go back
to that
and I will always
believe, never doubt

that this was a change
for the best

but I still believe
that this heart
will learn to stay.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Auto biography.

On my life as book
I shall make great note
of the foreshadowing,

when i bought
a broken heart.
and could not find the other
half to match you and of
blue and pink.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Carrying on.

Carrying on meaningless conversations
in my head
Carrying on, like the grief
from loved ones lost
Carrying on, as the jilted
lover forcing things to be right
Carrying on through the scars
that have just finished healing

these microcosms we isolate
within too walk the days
calm.. tell me when you think we became so unhappy...

lies and veils to obscure
perception and make your
storming out that door. . .
not so hard.

So choose i must
two half demons tearing
upon me
two different voices
ripping me asunder

pretty lies that bring drug induced
joy - a simpletons smile


Harsh winter winds
with sad self questioning
is there worth?
sitting aloof alone near
hospital beds.
paying the terrible debt I
owe you.
Is there worth?
living in reality
suggesting a smile
while freezing without.

January 22 2012
©Nicholas Bacon