mental health
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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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I’m at home waiting for life,With my queer mythology,Between the compost heap and the clinic,The goddess either too dirty or too clean. This wandering mind idlesOn the slipping portrait of woman,Her war between preservatives and rot,And I’m keen like ambition. I pull myself from the periphery,From the excesses of my longing,To the centre of it,And…
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Little Deaths
Silence buys a lot these days,Since our girls were overrun,By time and its dead horses In your mirkwood field of dreams –With a little boy and the little death,Talking to holes in the ground,Footfalls that never makes a sound. Driven under the fallen night,Here for the echo of her crime,No part of me wants to…
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The Cloak of Empire
Some courts won’t laugh,At an Emperor with no clothes,Because he is still an Emperor,A bloody legacy of conquest,Knack for violent monopoly, Centre of servile attention,A black hole that sucks,Everything around him into nothingness, The rule by fear and of fear. The man who is the law is without law – But the man who fears…
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Stepping Into a Shadow
In a hot air balloon and gone too soon, 72 days ’til I’m over the moon,Both of us thinking we know better, I’m chasing rainbows over the horizon,But the colours are still in your world,In mine just fragments of a broken dream. I’m pining over the shadow you keep, Wondering if she’s cast by me…
A Fantazien Window 