Online

Never in such connection,

Have we all felt so alone,

Eyes fixed locked,

To our forever scrolling phone.

 

I remember we had friends once,

Of flesh, blood and bone,

Souls of which we connected,

Now mainly through our phone.

 

A letter had a smell,

A meaning on the page,

The curls of the words whispered,

Now silent, from a bygone age.

 

I miss the meaning of mattering,

Even if I didn’t matter at all,

I felt I had purpose,

Before this empty social drawl.

 

My friend he is around the corner,

But feels a million miles away,

He likes my posts sometimes,

How I hope to see him again someday.

 

We like the world over,

No seas or miles matter,

But we are all so alone,

Despite this social media clatter.

 

Maybe it is a good thing,

Who really knows?

But what about the negatives,

Do they outweigh the pros?

 

And yet here I sit,

The irony is not lost,

Searching for my meaning,

When all meaning feels so lost.

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.

 

 

 

 

Speed

Drive to work,

Average car, average speed,

Watch fuel, watch speed,

Turn on news,

Trump tweets, Putin, Brexit,

Turn off news,

Arrive, same destination, same time, ish,

 

Leave car, start on foot, want to laugh at something funny I heard the other day, can’t would look mental,

Smiling now, bite inner mouth to stop,

Stopped,

Uniform socially acceptable vacuous expression back on,

Chest eases,

Breath,

Attractive couple walk past,

He loves himself,

She hates herself.

 

Pit stop,

Homogenised coffee chain,

Familiar coffee, safety coffee,

Overpriced coffee, indifferent coffee,

Reusable cups, I should do my bit, think of sea life,

Never end up getting one, pang of guilt,

Good idea though, uniform coffee ready,

That’s 1.6 million pounds please, only ordered a medium?

Exaggerated smile,

Same time tomorrow,

Back to scowl.

 

Resume death march,

Should park closer,

Enter building, scan to get in,

Take lift,

Should take stairs, Fitbit, steps,

#Goals, seeking perfection, never enough, failure,

See another person, hello, don’t care,

Pretend to care, goodbye,

Aim for desk,

Sit. Die inside.

 

Working now,

Doing work stuff

Now,

Now,

Now, like a machine gun,

Now,

Email stuff now,

Talking work now,

Rushed now,

Everything ends up later……now,

It keeps the lights on work, going to explode work, flip my desk work,

I will tomorrow, out in a verbal blaze of glory,

Then oh shit,

Time to go, check Fitbit, #goals, more failures, chasing star bursts, why?

Its not that bad, means to an end, as they say, who is they?

 

Travel home, dinner, already prepped, save time,

Piggy bank time, for kids I don’t have yet, don’t like kids, for tomorrow, never today,

Healthy, clean, green, cardboard flavour, nicer than unhealthy,

No, it isn’t,

Prefer a burger, can’t, not Saturday,

Watch waistline, why? happy how I am,

Shouldn’t be, could be better, but make sure you are body confident,

But be healthy,

But be beautiful,

But be body confident,

But be healthy,

But be beautiful,

But be body confident,

Another machine gun, but but but but,

But find a balance,

In a time of tight ropes.

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler

 

 

 

Burn On My Friend, Burn On!

Burn your internal light,

Use its warmth, its guiding light

 

Burn that flame, flaming bright,

Burn worries soul, her lingering plight

 

Burn the flame in you whole,

Burn into your unconquerable soul

 

Burn the moon and the stars,

Burn your worries, your memories scars

 

Burn the pain and the plight,

Keep that match burning bright

 

And in the dark of coldest night

Watch your demons cower and flight,

For you have fire in your eyes

Watch your fire burn and rise.

 

Burn on my friend, burn on.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

I Care Not

I care not for your daily tales,

The sound passes through my worn ears

Like wind through tattered sails,

Like holes in a fishing net

The words pass through,

Escaping the sounds

The dull hums of you.

 

Drown me over board,

Cast me no line,

I’ll forget your words in the sands,

Of my sinking time.

I empty my lungs and sink into the black crush,

Don’t pull me back to your vomit of words

Your tedious gush.

 

I care not for your inverted commas acceptable version of events,

No smile will break my cheeks

My dead pan face

Frozen in place,

Lost in sand grain stars 

And all their endless space.

 

Suck me into a black hole,

Void of interest I feel only darkness towards your insipid matters,

You puncture my mind with your worm hole drawl,

As you grind out your mouth soil

At slowest grinding crawl.

 

I care not for your watered down yarns,

The slow turns of your materialistic wheel

Spun by your constant uninspiring spiel,

Turn the wheel to release the noose drop,

Let the trap door open

Let the teeth clattering stop.

 

Clattering with rusty tracks screech,

The constant need you have to give unwanted speech,

Your tongue flapping like a runaway train

Whistles in my tunnel ears 

My tinnitus brain.

 

 I care not for your holy sermon preached from on high

By the grace of God go forward say I,

Preach your gospel

Your enlightened views

To ones that would, and do so choose.

 

So as my dead eyes stare back at you,

Lost black ships abandoned in their milky pools,

I remain anchored by your conversation rock

Longing for time to speed its tick,

And hasten,

Its tock.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Summer in the City

As the mad sun makes blood boil into a stir,
Impatience becomes the glue
Sticking the stuck air.
 
Rain dreading souls long for moist,
Their change of tune
Cool haze the cooling of choice.
 
The chain gang ties shuffle in their droves,
Baking suits
In baking clothes.
 
Workers in hole of tarmac bleak,
Stirring in dust
Of cauldrons deep.
 
Town birds pick at discarded breads,
Blinded by glistening
Sweat lined heads.
 
Take me home
Back to the green
Away from this hellish, hell like scene.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

The Climb

Hanging by needles thread,

Finger tips whitened like rope silk spiders web,

Webbed single strand of hair,

Loose, Loose and threadbare.

 

Rope a flame is lit,

Lit by memories shame,

It burns these bloodied palms,

There is no more bloodied grip to gain.   

 

One slightest tilt I’ll be cast down into shadows,

Shadows, shadowing their casting flowers do wilt,

The long drop delayed by a crushing,

A crushing sorrows guilt.

 

Fragile and weak

Outlook as cold as winter is bleak,

Summer days a memory too fragile,

Too fragile a memory to speak.

 

I keep this match flickering

By its golden ruby side,

It’s fading on the edge 

But remains flickering,

Flickering, I remain alive.

 

There is still strength in these bloodied palms

Muscle and sinew secure these bloodied lactic arms.

Gritted teeth, fermented eyes,

I only look skyward towards blue,

Blue tearless skies.

 

I’ll continue this climb upward,

Up this darkened rise.

Ahead there is only blue,

Blue only skies.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

The Man`s Coal Face

Are these life choices we make?

Open prisons

Dictated lessons

Maggie’s farm sessions,

Nuts and bolts

Bricks in walls

Sunday evening

Curtain falls.

 

 

 Do you use your creative mind space?

Hammering coal,  from the mans coal face,

Or do you dare for something bigger?

Be brave and pull your own life’s trigger.

 

 

 We are all sold a great big lie,

Careers matter

Ask yourself why?

Button shirt

Tie straight,

Groundhog journey

Mustn’t be late.

 

 

 With a two-fingered salute

And clenched fist wave,

Make time to catch,

Times passing wave.

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

Daydreamer

Daydreamer, where have you gone?

All those days to dream, still near, not gone.

Daydreamer where have all your dreams gone?

 

When you look through life’s looking-glass, do you see a long-lost past?

A distant memory, a line on a horizon shore

or more of life’s predictable ocean

to sail ever more.

 

Was your dream too big, or courage too little?

to dare to play life’s uncommon fiddle.

A familiar tune more appealing

alas, not as revealing.

 

And when you look into the pale reflection of your valleys brow

do you see her love lost and wonder how

the day dreaming stopped

Somewhere

Somehow?

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.