Portobello House

I sit in peace

escaping the shuffling

of the Portobello penguins!

 

For A brief time

this place, my sanctuary

understated class

eclectic music

even more eclectic patrons

 

I see – feel no judgement

almost utopian

kindness in the eyes

of the hoteliers

Biblical – Catholic – genuine

 

The truth could abide here

feel comfortable at ease

egos left at the door

whether rich! whether poor!

in my head – my soul

I am back in the 70s once more

chilled – burden free – young…

 

Watching silent monochrome movies

through colourful fresh posies

soaking it up

making plans that I will not adhere to!

happy to feel alive

free, oh! so free

this place!

this wonderful place

does this for me……x

 

M.C.Bolton @MarkCBolton1

The Beast

I await the night
as summer slips away
like an assassin
behind a curtain of darkness
entering Agartha to await its call
Inner earth, where children of the Nephilim dwell…

Our minds being stretched, ploughed, prepared
to receive fallen angels
chained in caves
now unleashed to deceive
bringing peace, prosperity, equality, Utopia
Finally ending the chaos
that imps instigated…

The rusty gates of Hell now opening
subtly unleashing all its fury
persuasive yet without pity or mercy
Its beautiful man of light appears,
Adonis-like perfection
adored, admired, worshipped
Many kneel, bow, pledge their hearts as a tribute…

Others choose to die
making a stand like Leonidas
against overwhelming odds
the few – protectors of truth
exposers of falsehood
holding strong-upon their own Thermopylae
those of us that knew………

M C Bolton Sept/Oct 2020