You begged to go swim –
deeply, of the fish and ocean.
So slowly with the rising of the tide
we sank to our knees, dancing
for reasons of know, knowing.
We had a love house
flooded plains, hidden from
the fat eyed women and flat capped men
who sat outside, beside their view of life
tongues, of debased woe.
Remember when they found us, seaweed
rolled – with hair a mess and features
Didn’t I say – we needed to rise
but instead we
kept on dancing
far beyond those fields of
golden, swaying daffodils…
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Feb · 07
She painted the seasons
outlined a Monet in all of his
most vibrant hours.
Life, had gifted her nothing
outside the slap dash imagery of tragedy
conceptual in it’s primitive need.
She daubed splendour – in full
monochrome approval mutilating
her body’s refracted light.
She came tutorial prepared –
drawn into existence:
looking for her creator.
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Jan · 06
Where we tread – seldom sees the
sun of summers now abbreviated days.
Blackberries un-ripenened mass, on mass
as through the scumbled leaves – she skips
innocence still playful about her lips.
She finger flicks the plentiful untouched fruit
scratches running arms length
delicate pink, across her tender
We stop, catching the richly spiced
choral woodland sound.
She stops to look
wanting to ask – before I place a finger
softly against her mouth.
I sense she understands
with her eyes now wide, mourning
this, the passing of her childlike
she – the girl
who once was:
had suddenly became me…
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Jan · 04
Last night in the long drawn out darkness
I finally realised –
what it means to be alone.
No one –
will ever understand me
as you once did.
Oh they try
how they try
with their well meaning
words of truism –
and yes, tomorrow
will always be another day.
But today, gentle in my black
I can only walk away when they say
they love me:
For what is love
without your understanding?
come the death of day
can you hear the stars, opening
their veiled eyes.
So far – so far
and yet, in
gowns of countless shimmer
scattered boundless strewing
the moons bedtime sky.
They stare to dazzle – capturing
those watchful eyes.
– Leaving all
to cherish this starry, starry night
in moods of luminous, silver light!
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May · 02
I wear you casual style boastful about my hat red feathers flying. Trending the image of pleasing dressed in the fashion of fun. I write long– my lines criss crossing all sensitivity surrounding this turmoil of us We dine – …
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Apr · 12
I should have written sooner – posting
the words going round in my head.
I wanted to tell you –
how sad and depressed I was
not seeing you this time.
And yet I feel your distance – more than
these footsteps, that have come between us.
Before closing this letter, I taste
the malignant saliva of my haste.
Would that I could
forget your face, wipe unsoiled all taste.
Blameless are they not;
those who drink deep of their disgrace.
I trespass stupidly, amid
the fragments of remnants censured
of all blame
Yet still these white vacant pages
make me realise, that
I should have written sooner …
May 12th 2015
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May · 13
The lengthening spread of night
sinks my vessels filled
the lights, unhappy properties
draw me colour blinded to their sleep.
With wonder – when he stops to ask;
‘ that I am exhausted’.
Then let it not come, by stranger’s mouth
For I should listen only, to sounds lighter
than the wind,
dancing in the dry cotton grass.
April 28th 2015
Threaten lady as the dandelions
abandon their seeds.
Cry sterile each your sadness – never forgetting
your reasons, that they did finally leave you.
What does this world
say to you
veiled within in, you black and white point of view?
If it bled, would you identify the hurt as red
with it’s blotched marked stains –
still hopeful of their great expectations.
You took council once
lock tight, that which you, would not wish known.
Keep not your eyes open, whilst dreaming
for feeble beware, the ignorance of others.
Cold scorn to those, who would gladly have you trodden.
Threaten lady once more – as the dandelions
Reality always; she does mingle
in the silence of the truth…
April 2nd 2015
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Apr · 02
He drinks heavily
gaining body over soul –
She has long witnessed his rejection
her tramlines narrowing daily.
Fear is such a time old parasite
studied keenly on how to lead the weak astray.
Always, he offers up his words of incantation
then flips the bottle closer
to aid his way back home.
Her crowded mind –
no longer lodges his indistinct words.
She turned down his tedious apologies
long before, their bed became cold.
The space he laid, his once sober head
now belongs to someone new.
Oh, there is no other lover
to decant his taste away.
She has, at long last just
finally found herself…
March 24th 2015 ~xx~
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Mar · 24