poem
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The Lady in White
There! Her pale visage plays with me, Haunting my city’s streets, Spectre of pretty perfection, Brilliant in her bedsheets. Intimate her imitation, Folly this shadow’s game, I flush, I read, I feel her chill, To touch her spooky fame – Now I wish to mourn the living, Bound by the breathless call, The Lady in…
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The Wishing Tree
Sitting under a staircase of stars,Next to her brother’s love and her sister’s gifts,By an ancient and undisturbed tree,Listening to the sounds of its strange fruit,The sounds of wishes bright and pale,Drifting through the wandering branches,Like explorers in search of new lands,She hears a sailor stranded at sea,Wishing a mermaid would end his suffering,And the…
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A Girl Called September
You took me out to a sweet Midsummer’s dream, To tell me all about the sleepy Shadow’s play, And the two hands it takes to move the darkness The Lady who gives, and the one that takes away. Feeding those pretty vampires at the petting zoo, I gave them a little of me, you gave…
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Slopes
Senses are broken, I have to make the lightAnd imagine what it feels like..I’m too soon for that world,The light doesn’t reach me,It’s just noise, broken,Confused, superior,Glowing beside me like a child,Wanting texture and mauve,The tree,There was supposed be a tree,There will be no fruit this spring,Eyes are open growing bigger,In this darkness bigger,The whole…
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Fish Faces
I thought I knew him,A Mrs Vain for him,In love with love,An angel in disguise,My half filled cup of Sundays,Why don’t we like Mondays? Straight to the point,I let you pierce my veils,I’m a mermaid explorer,I’m the mother of snails. You blew smoke in my faceSo I blew bubbles in yours,And we kinda got along,Your…
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News Prints
Time has left you there by yourself,Left its shadows to conquer your heart,To wilt the flowers and poison the will, The death that made pretty also makes ill. Cooling embers that flare with breath,Life flashing in the rumour of fire –I am burnt like those yesterdays, Ready to open myself and free the seed. We…
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Squaring the Circle
Buried in my wishes and portraits, Deep in a syncopated longing,I had to break through the shell of you, And climb out of your wreckage,To see myself untamed and wild. Maybe you might understand me, Why RAGE is the name I give, To this way out of this darkness.When they drag you down to THEIR…
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Dark Appetites
Rolling time into my bodyStop go stop go,Dissolve and emerge,Pushing, breaking, consuming,The blood is boiling off, The soul, evaporating,Only the beating heart,Of the beast keeps time,To separate the mindFrom body, from soul,The sounds of this silence,In the rushing rivers,And the creaking bones,And the breaking thoughts,The unliving mockery,That serves the violentEcho of brutality,Tumbling down deeper,Underground to…
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Hate me
Hate me because I am an easy kind,And hate me because I’m queer,I will hate you with the ease of me,Unblemished in the shape of this moment, We are deeper by far than platitudes,I used to stand wild in front of you,To take the force of the coming blowBut I let that violence go untransformed…
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In Motion
From my centre,To my periphery,Through this form and nature,Radiant and conquering,Smashing my resistance,Ecstasy is the river,And the oceans within –It’s changing me,Liminal and twilight desires,Billowing and becoming,Waves and waves breaking,The fragile shell of withholding,Tempering my body with divinity,Worlds coming and going,Flowing in and out of me,I am bliss neverendingRevealed and nakedAnd I am free.
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The Nobody Mouse
Come now like the rain,With your cold tin roof acclaim,Into the haunted house,Of the nobody mouse, With the tom cats and the spectres,And an empty room of hecklers.Waiting out this storm of tears,For the halcyon days….. To reclaim your fears. Before we rip ourselves to pieces,Let me hold you still tonightWith my one good eye…
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Collapse
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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Which way is heaven?
The One Above All, Is trust.Things that build machines are broken.Things that require sacrifice are lost.Things that demand devotion are betrayed.The one beneath,Is fear. And it will always exact its price. Heaven can wait – That’s the difference,Between the journey and the path – Whatever the journey,Without trust,We are frozen in place –In fear.When the…
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The Empty Train
I get on, I’ve always gotten on,The rusted doors screech open,Empty carriages hollow things,Taking ghosts round in circles,Through the city of the dead,A city that only sleeps and breaks. Once upon a time,This was going somewhere –The now empty train once fullOf dreams and dreamers chattering,Talking wildly of tomorrows,Of the colours and textures of the…
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Ghosts
The blurring hues of yesterday,Dripping serene through my picture,Falling colours of a dream unseen – You wanted to start the lie over,But that tired world has ever been,All the magic from the endless well,Has dried her up like a dizzy spell,These sands of time now must look,Like torn and lost pages of a story –Once…
A Fantazien Window 