To Rescue Me

So, everyday I battle,
I battle to win a war
Within.

A war that has no logical reason
To begin.
 
A victory that lies beyond me,
Too far behind enemy lines,
Or safe at home.

It’s been so long,
I have forgotten
Which way I was marching.

Which way I was flung
Toward a valiant life lived,
Died in valiant death.  So

Everyday I battle,
I battle to win a war
Without

An army.

My battle-cries are brittle-tears.
Life escapes me, death eludes me,
I welcome bombs, bullets and battering,
Embrace me, explode me over play-parks and housing,
Because I cant win this wanting and waiting.

Was this ever a war for me to fight?
Was there ever a victory in sight?
A yellow-fever-bricked road,
A life-long dead-end?

No. 

Love is not the flatness of fiction,
It is about saving two lives, and children and nations.
About living and giving and loving and losing.

My lover, my peace
Waiting for me
In a burning building

Ready to rescue me.

 

 

  
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
   

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  
 

                                                                                          
     aaron jell
     artistdesignerwriterperformerteacher 
 


 

  

introduction
   

painting thinking like blood in gutters,
fragrant rumour
spread like butter,
magnetic fact, seductive fantasy.
squint or be blinded

by life laid bare.

i perform my poetry at many different types of events - from poetry nights to performance art pieces - locally and nationally.

check out some of my favourite local events...

www.petersfieldwriteangle.co.uk
 www.tongues-and-grooves.org.uk


(c) aaron peter jell, 2009.