We are not the voice of the world
For we’re part of a choir of other animals that can be heard
To plant a seed and watch it sprout
Is not unique to us my friends
For with nature
We are not without.
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Poetry
Time’s indifference
…
All the while
Your own world, still
With the rush of time
By the windowsill
Trying to reconcile anguish
With the stretch of indifferent hours
The clap of a birds wings
Bringing you into the present
Nothing harmonized
Feelings still the same
Despite the heartless
Whims of the clock
Telling you it’s
A new day
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Mist
She was missing
And the world didn’t exist
But only in the periphery
Inside an ocean storm
Lightning flickering
A twist of the waves
Set adrift
This lonely of places
And time dismissed
Your feeble heart
Rolling on careless
Into new eras
In which you couldn’t
Be taken apart
Nor fixed
For you no longer
Remain
Lost idly
In the mist.
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Throwback Thursday: Twisted love
Written in 2015
The original:
Your kiss like a blade upon my skin
Naked before you, you delve deeper into my wounds
I don’t know if this is love or hate
But I can’t seem to walk away
I know I should run
But your eyes cut me down to size
I’m not big enough to take the road
I’m just a scared boy inside
Waging a war behind elusive eyes
And your ice cold kiss lays me down for the night
In my ice cold tomb where a soldier lost his fight
And your finger tips like knives
Cut across my skin
Full of sex and full of life
And your ice blue eyes are the only thing keeping me cold at night
This frost is a lesson learnt
And upon a body of curves I trace your skin
Like it’s a map of life
We hold on tight, waiting, hoping, wanting
For a fire to ignite.
Written 2018
Edited version:
Your kiss like a blade upon my skin
Naked before you, I stand betrayed
Cigarettes burning us to ash
I know I should run
But I’m just a scared boy inside
Waging war behind these eyes
Your ice cold kiss lays me down for the night
In my ice cold tomb where a soldier lost his fight
And your finger tips like knives
Cut my skin
And upon a body of curves I trace your skin
Like it’s a map of life
Holding on tight, waiting, hoping, wanting
For a fire to ignite.
Which one is better? Original or Edited?
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Bridges
I’ve thought about the bridges you’ve crossed
While crossing my own rickety scaffold
And told myself not to judge another’s walk
The miles they’ve tread
But then you trespass the boundaries
And always think you’re in the right
While I pick up the pieces from
The pathways you’ve destroyed
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Platitudes
Surrendering to this moment
In the haze of these platitudes
The sun brings out your optimism
But I’m not aboard your ship
I sink in all weathers
Storm or sun
Tidal wave or none
Chiseling away at my skin
While I curl as a boulder
And remain within till it’s over
Treading through my own disturbance
Your truism’s matter none
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Highly strung
Your smile is a treacherous road
To kiss upon
Because the strings that pull the corners up
Are easily swung
In to that contemptuous frown
Because you’re highly strung
And I wish I could say I could relax your soul
But I’m intensity personified
You might be taut
But you’ve got nothing
On my mind.
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Woman in red
A shot of whisky and a cigarette
Dimly lit inside my den
Typewriter clicking
Swing music and all that jazz
Hook my thumbs under my braces
And snap them back
The sound of high heels
On the floor
Outside the door
Look out
The woman in red
Is back!
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My enemy
He confesses my torrid soul
He is my inward dialogue
Traversed outward
What storms do
I tell myself
You’re just a tornado
Passing through
Nothing to be angry at
You’re just doing what storms do
Just step outside when you’re through
The wreckage is only natural
Like water damage from a flood
It’s part of the cycle
Sometimes you’re just a little whirlwind
Other days you’re a cyclone
You don’t care you’re in the zone
You think you’ve got my cover blown
Think you’ve got me dethroned
Uncloaked
But I was never hiding
Nor do I have any power to abdicate
But you keep pointing your finger
Never looking in the mirror
I tell myself
You’re just a tornado
passing through
You’re just doing what storms do….
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