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Plagued by attrition -
sunlight, harpstrings, smell of stars-
all gone -world is old
i'd better wake, return to
dawn on mama earth
she'a love all her babies
we find'a her sun
surrounded by solitude
near the forgotten
well we have sung songs to the
gone, lost and strange ones
they're never really gone, lost
and strange, not at all
is the rainbow up above
blue skies beckon me
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blue skies beckon me
darkness fills my hand one true
thrust will send me there
Panting, sweating; forgotten
feelings to furrow
burying past emotions
with borrowed seedlings
i plant my thoughts. they mature;
i don't know myself.
I dont know any of you too
No, my mind is gone
Though I knew not its entrance,
Pathway or exit
destinations are blurry
means are justified
leaves ochre and skeletal
crying city shore
Porous molecular skin
Absorbs salt water
so that many dogs can lick
our hands clean of salt
that crystal drops leave behind
ready to move on
inquire of dead men
where the journy will bring us
they grin and crumble
ready to move on
flesh-cased molecules dissolve,
renovate the earth
Ready to move on
Now, wholly unpretentious
I'll kneel before you
and you before me, us both
end the strife of world
peace. Conflict happens. Lets just
aim to reduce war.
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Aim to reduce war -
total sillyness, I say.
Let's bomb them - who cares?
why lower rifles or hate?
we are soulless pigs.
aiming to live a pale life
playing in our mud
forgetting the days gone by
aiming ere higher
as the stars fade from our view
through the hazy skies
Killing machines blaze away
Attacking zealots
attacking creatures, humans
plants and bad ones, life
imbued both in rose gardens
and venus fly traps
seem to hold me, suspended
above all I seek
i can watch it fade and die
from here i see truth
and behold truth is ugly
so far it has been
impeachment, hostility.
how unfortunate
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how unfortunate
these waters that are so deep
must be black to me
Before I see the stormy,
night-sea horizon
Drawing in, enclosing all,
So significant
are the words we choose to us
to live by freely
and break the chains of life
oh! heavy burdens of my mind
of my mind i can barely
carry my brain - plop!
Plop, plop, easy now!, that thought
Its escaping! ....plop!
oh no down the street it rolls
spinning, spiriling
out of control, spread my wings
and i leave this world
to go beyond the last road
that leads out to Rome
time itself will never know
all shatter to death
fluorescent grenades falling
because i'm clumsy
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because i'm clumsy
Quasimodo would agree
i am a pumpkin
large, orange. I have a strange face
on old hollow's eve
One told of followers who
Believed pillow dreams
sword fights, cannons and feather
blankets wrapped in warmth
Around your tender body
Where my arms should be
is not at limp by my sides
but up in the air
everyone is tiny
i could step on them
and cover each cherished dream
of my dear lover
who sleeps quietly like an
angel on her clouds
children, laughing and playing
Her love she sends down
Like summer rain. But they hide
Beneath broad-leaved trees
during fall, a blanket of
leaves covers the ground
vibrant oil paintings for
children to dance on
is the vision we must keep
ever fight the tide
Corrosiveness of water,
Salience of love
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salience of love
wonderous attack of love
beautiful love
i have yet to discover
if it may be real
come away with me, away
to the darkest part
Of the heart, does the mind delve
To find your true self
you went away this morning
a traveling light
back to it's home, Italy
Strange and distorted
the waves crash on the white shore
i sit an watch them
with destruction and decay
all without a soul
outraged, ploughed through, courageous.
Waves so tall, made graves.
in stands of pines and oaks where
no one ever comes
where silence hides and noice escapes
the cries of life's distress
Beckon me to the edge, I
see the world on fire
Desire for great love-giving
Living lives so free.
freedom only after death
oh, what mood i'm in
but can't share it - they'd take my
shoelaces again
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shoelaces again
and i'm at a loss of words
so ado, my friends
read the note on her nightstand
i miss her laughter
her lovely nymph like giggle
she sounds like Kushi
sucking on sushi in a
London restaurant
I know i've been there once, but
i dont remember
September, let alone June.
I so miss Summer!
when I smell the honey made
of sun and warm days.
Let's praise, for armed with love, from
One stage played two lives
love and hate bring mournful cries
whisper sweet a final kiss
thunder final cries...'twas a
damn fine opera
it was merly a glimps into the dark
of rage and horror
she dreamt the other night, then
woke up in cold sweat
felt a calming hand on her
shoulder, it soothed
her worries away, promised
eternal support
tickling my nose, the scent
always in a dream
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Always in a dream
The fearsome beasts are crawling slowly
Up the table leg
there you go you little mouse
food there is, this season
faust of hellish fate be risen
watching owls, past demise
past the midnight's darkest hour
long after all is gone
time looks around decides he'd
better take off too
before the glass does empty
tempest fury break
against the shore, waves crash and
spray hits send me back
Return to an earth of gloom
Just normality
Is acceptable it seems.
Give me whackiness.
our stand alone complex
wreap insanity stead
stead rhymes with thread but I'm not
sure how to spell ryme???
one is three but two is one
am I confused yet?
i've mittens on my feet so
i can dash down streets
A meerkat clowning around
With beer cans and cash.
my life descends into grey
end of beginning.
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End of beginning
Creates a lifeless desert
All is becoming
Shamed by the site of you
Alone and falling
in this state, tormented sleep
fear holds whips and chains
that beg for this suffering
and greet it hourly
the end and the beginning
sound of bells that toll.
Bats shriek in the dark with words
like fingers nightly
whisper over sheets and skin
moonlight on the snow
I hear your heartbeat break this
beautiful silence
pocket full of poetry
but nothing to say.
When something is on my mind.
Anything would do.
just wrap it up in paper
and a red ribbon.
Is all that's left. It flutters
Around the lamppost.
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Around the lamppost
the light falls like the skirtfolds
of a debutant.
Let me sing. She outdreams all
Dreams, dances through love.
Half-real things from yesterday.
Who buys milk today?
The baby serenading
Mother for supper
Allow me to pour some wine
Oedipus has died.
Elektra never quite lived
Who should we have next?
Night after exciting night
Scheherazade still lives.
In my heart. Her last tale still
Echoes through the nights.
the song of creation; night
is full of music.
that no ear can hear, no mind
translate, interpret.
hearts and minds will always weave
this enchanting canopy.
so bliss doth end here
confrontation expectation
Something's gone awry
here methinks. the haiku thread
Has definite rules!
lines 1 and 3: five, line 2:
seven syllables.
is this line I write now, and
now, very confused.
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Now very confused
which side is sky and where's earth? - You
and delirium.
Cold and lost amid the waves
Near freedom
(The) waves near freedom
Lap like a cat's tongue in milk
Lack penetration.
Lies wasted in the desert
A love never known.
Glimpsed in moments of feeling,
Nurtured in your heart.
Promissing, devastating,
Aching, urging hopes.
Regurgitate my stomach
Don't think I can cope.
dancing in these red slippers
when will it all stop?
Pots pile upon each other
Too much washing up!!
Longing for a dishwasher
But, poor me, no luck!
Life's a lottery ticket
And I've no money!
Or a rich husband in sight;
What a girl will do?
All she can get away with,
With integrity.
Plodding through high and low;
Paths of life are so.
Well-trodden that the mud clings
To your every step
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To your evey step,
Without passion or glory,
The souls decompose.
The bodies flaunt in glory;
This is modern times.
Life is longer, happiness
Is less manifest
Happiness what you live for?
We do not belong.
When we long to be. Better
Growth through becoming
Experience and toil will
Enlighten the way.
Many are struck with hatred,
Everything was lost.
ravaged, and all hope was gone
from pandora's box
I crept into the darkness
And scurried back home
Where the heart is;here I am,
Waiting at your door.
Like a child leaping, running,
Through summer meadows
We travel, carefree and gay;
Fall a breath away.
russet leaves, emotions, bathe
in summer's twilight.
Messages of love are seen
In silence you speak.
Louder than the words;your eyes
I hear beckon me.
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i hear; beckon me.
though i cannot see you, love,
Your voice succors me
Softly, gently, patiently;
Opens paths for me,
I am the last wanderer,
Where I roam is home.
For everyone except me;
That's why I still roam.
So close and so distant,
Dreams awaits me
That my hidden mind creates
For entertainment.
We will bare our sould and minds;
Nothing left to care
for? Are we bereft of love?
Scared to love others?
Scared to love ourselves even?
I roam to find home.
My home is where your heart is;
Will you let me in?
A vagabond, derelict,
Longing for a home
That's made of stone, earth and grass;
And flesh, blood and bone
In one perfect harmony;
I'm in awe of you,
Teaching beauty how to speak
A better language.
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A better language
Never knew I understood,
In silence we speak.
All shall be restored with time,
Many will live on.
Which one from all the thousands?
God keeps playing dice.
Sacrificial people are,
For the world is one
ball hurtling through space. You
enjoying the ride
Of waves of experience
Crashing on my shore.
The flotsam of endless waste
Make aesthetic art
Crushed and smeared by your able hands
My colourful dreams.
Without misery and woe,
Love engulfs the lost.
In caverns of emptiness
Echoes live what was.
Without rythym and purpose,
All became peace-filled.
Follies, raindrop's dance macabre
Hesitant existence
Silently grows in the dark;
Your eyes set me free.
Alas! Once trapped by your spell,
Liberty is pain.
All found the true happiness,
Where were you that day?
Where were you that day
Your consciousness first appeared?
Where were you before?
Nevermind;
Thee I`ll find.
Find be ye joyous and warm
Or wizened by time.
Were the few to sacrifice,
The many shall live.
Because a few shall need them,
Too many shall die.
Lost are the unforgiven,
Soone there will be joy.
The infants eyes widen,
Mouth opens to smile.
Longing to be future's kin,
All fear the unknown.
Except those infant learners,
Climbing mountain peaks.
Doing the impossible,
All thought are for love.
But a mere jest on your lips,
Love becomes thoughtless.
When expressed in flowers, food,
Mass-produced romance.
Buried in hollow weightless hearts,
Nothing but a farce.
Nothing but plastic hearts. Could
I have a ventricle?
Feels more like an icicle
As a blood-tunnel.
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As a blood-tunnel
Carrying life to my heart,
Hope keeps me alive.
Belief sustains my living
Is life ever real?
This hope and longing;this pain?
All a dream with you.
Maybe all shall become great,
The passion is love.
Many will pretend gloating;
Only, we will know.
There will be no surprise, just
Stark experience
white snow creaks under the ski
sweat falls from my brows
I labour to make you laugh
You smile with me
All worries are forgotten;
This is a new day.
a newly ironed shirt
on the clothes hanger
Lots of strange shells suspended
All bodiless skins
Solemnly waiting to find
Life in soulless bodies.
All shall be unforgiven,
Why were they brought back?
The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.
The shore, forever reseeds, our lives
Our loves and our goals.
Our loves and our goals,
Promises of yesterday,
Ashes of today.
Sackcloth of backdated worth
Hairshirt awaits you.
Regrets and mistakes entwined,
Judgement awaits you.
The Cherry Sovereigns preside,
Life, they ask, is it yours?
Of course they don't understand
The question they ask.
Echoes sadly in the minds
Behind blank faces.
A world of bacteria
Nesting in the brain
Lurking in patient vigil,
The malady grows.
Like sweat on the arching back,
Evening twilight
juxtaposes haste and rest
as we scurry home
Mangos bring sweetness and light
To hunger, to might
we just lie in the fields
feed each other's mouths?
As the nightingale sings songs
Tend each other's wounds.
With the medicine of love
Healing where it can
How were we suppose to know
Souls are never cured?
Souls are never cured
Imagine a physician
Searching for a soul
In a land of apathy
Full of empty shells.
These cliffs upon which I stand
Stretch out forever
Every direction I turn
Nothing but the void.
Can comfort me now. Nothing.
Emptiness I crave.
everything and anything
now I want it all
The hunger grows rapidly.
We all must obey.
Our innermost desires
Else suffer later
Myopia shrouds the truth:
The sun shall blind us
Sentencing us to dark lives
Under a bright sky.
Sand makes graves, quartered moon will
Stretch across the sea
Who will be helping us then?
Who will guide us through?
Fields of endless splendour
Clothed in golden earth?
my tea reflects sunlight on
walls made out of clay
Compacted with old soldiers;
Their unwanted bones.
Their unwanted bones
Clear of sensation and sin;
Smell of cinnamon
olfactory fire sets
allergies ablaze
Rapeseed fields of England
Suffocating me
Secretly, slowly severs
Me melancholy.
Echoes. Woe and poetry.
These themes that haunt me
These distinct characters, irk
Is their middle name.
Lesser than their first? Christian
Names...... whats in a name?
Is identity comprised
of what they call you?
You call of what they call you
That what calls you they.
exist neither here nor there
never anywhere....
Exists here and there, but where
Thrives everywhere?
exit 'R', add 'E' and spin
now I've found the thieves!
Pilfered ancient emptiness
Bought knowledge of death
With the price of birth and growth
Have I been short changed?
Or have I not known the worth
Of this life, this love
Of this life, this love
memories always remain
singing sad refrains
The winds whisper through willows,
Weeping weary whirs.
twining teary touch-me-nots
grazing gazelles gasped -
how well does your gaze gets it?
As well as it is.
i drove myself mad! yes, that's
to be expected
Like predictions sometimes false,
Lives devoid of hope.
Anticipating the point
Bring it on! Bring bring!
said the man with fists clenched tight,
clad in pink chiffon
The queen paraded through pubs
On St. Patrick's Day.
Wearing green, white, drinking black
The cream on my lips.
I shall regret tomorrow
When rising early.
I am half between dream and
reality. Yawn.
What a bore, unless mixed with
Dreams' fascination!