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Torturing Poets
Necrophilia and rambling bones,Decrypting cryptic scripts-Words remain that nobody owns,Egyptian hieroglyphs – Books of the dead still openTurn into your favourite part,Dead poets roaring back to life –In broken time and hearts. I haven’t read the modern loveWriting on bathroom walls –I once tortured a gorgeous poet When I said nothing at all – Groaning…
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Voice of the Nightingale
She whispered in your ear, Of such fantastical things, Keeping all her promises, The nightingale who sings. In chorus with imagination,And the rhythms of your heart –Singing is a delicate skill –But voice her choice of art. Pinball wizards, descending clouds,Her joyful alchemy,And all the lovers listening,To these lost symphonies – Now you are her…
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Children of the Womb
Children of the Womb What if… Just outside the Garden of Eden – There was someone to stop Cain from killing his brother Abel? What if someone had stumbled upon Cain making plans and told him that he is loved, that the Lord works in mysterious ways – and that his time will come, if…
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Crestfallen and Mighty
Old crumbling mountains,Stone giants that dwell,Crestfallen and mighty –Gentle rock and roll. Mother, father, children lands,Ripples travel far,Newborn mythologies –Written for guitar. From the ice flows shivering,Melts the memory,Those heartening halls are calling – Now, come dance with me!
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Out of Order
He kicked it and he beat it,But it would not come,It was a pretty chocolate chip cookie, Famous among the crisps,And the cool drinks and skittles.He stuck his hand into the machine,And reached for the cookie,Like a child unable to stop,He screamed – Aaaaah!Uninvited he had to withdraw,Then he beat the machine,For withholding.But the funny…
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Dreams Woven in Starlight
Under the vast, starlit sky,In a star-spun velvet blanket, IWish I was a dream like you,Woven through a night made true. Spectral threads of waking dreams,Entangle in dawn’s gentle beams,In embrace, the world’s quiet chord,The Sun and Moon in love, adored. Enamored constellations resound,In symphony with silence, profound.Night has its day but dreams never end,In…
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Common
The difference between Being and wanting, Is nothing To the omnipotent. Those that eat But never plant… Who reap but do not sow… Who’s ghostly visages Render all things pale, In their pornography… Starve in the end.
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Hope
I lived a dreamThought mine for I, The hero in yours – Dreams that pass time, Weary journeysMortal and divine – Sightless sight, Faithless prayer, Too soon too late –Never fair. Walking into your cageWith the key, Whispering… “You’re free”.
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Beholder
The transcendent manIsThe sacrificial man. Needing to prove his value,Because he has noneIn himself,Only in the community,Where he finds glory,And worship –He forms hierarchies of inheritance,So the sacrificial man,Can rise in the shadow Of the transcendent. Stars within his grasp,Her tide is rising,To reflect both,His ambition,And the darkness,Waiting for him.
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Carousel
I’m confounded by the sport,Fables woven in,Betray the art of being,As time breaks away – Scatter into vacant eyes,Voids that stare at me,With a familiarity, Only time can see.
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Demon days
Doubts come to me,Like moths to the flame,To cloud me in shameAnd hide me from life.I cannot push throughMy own doubts,But turn to face them,And see through them.I cannot scold or hurt them,Only myself.I must hold back,Withdraw to the centreAnd let my weaknessBecome my strength,Let the idleness of their purposeFade, And turn like the tide,To…
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Death
If life doesn’t begin, Death is neverending, Sometimes we catch ourselves, Carrying the joy, Or the sadness, Or the confusion, Of one moment Into another, Towards something, The centre of life, To life, Or, To the end of life, To death Sometimes we simply are death, When life doesn’t come to us, It comes for…
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Unmet
Come the day of sky fall,Shadows not meant for light,Fade ever gentlyFrom sight. I go now to faceThe music I have played,Knowing loveIs without mercy,Silence without end,And the heart will breakLike the day, From longing.
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Portrait
In the attic, These anglesOf my beautiful portraitAre terrifying, Timeless and unchanging,While I age and deform,With every noble intent,Every virtuous act, I grow weary and wear, Flesh tires and skin sags. These two pictures of me,And these two worlds, Are destined to be one,Without falsehood. The meek shall inherit,The corrupt will steal,And none may be…
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The Lonely People
I am one of the lonely people,Call me Eleanor if you like,I like to ride my bike,But there’s nowhere to go,I’ve been everywhere,Now there’s nowhere to go. Are you one of the lonely people, Praying to a God who isn’t fair, Is it madness up there?Gathering his people,Keeping up his faith,With only a cross atop…
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