Creak on the Stairs

Hush dry your eyes
The armies of night
Won’t break down the door.

Everything will be alright
The dawn is just hours away
The light in the sky
Is coming to play.

But first check under the bed
For any ghoul that slipped through
The crack in the wall.
 
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Lotus Eaters

 

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Gentle sway, summer breeze,
These moments alone
In a crowd when thoughts leave me be.
Just the sound of laughter, clinking glasses
And a child’s cry combining
With the wind that whispers through the trees.
The sun is in your eyes I know
Obscuring your thoughts from mine.
As effective as an eclipse
This bliss that floats in the air
On summer nights like these.
 
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Tightropes

Balancing,
Unsteady movements,
Sweat dripping from my brow
Falls
Down, down.
No safety net,
As inconsequential as sweat,
That could be me.
I imagine the fall.
As I struggle to balance
Struggle to keep it all in
Maintain my calm.
Because I can’t go back
I must go on.
 

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Amnesia

She’s falling,
Memories drift away.
All the pills in creation
Won’t save her.
These failing reminiscences
She clings to can’t bring back
The brightly coloured yesterday now gone.
 
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These Silent Stones

'The Artist's Halt in the Desert' by Richard Dadd http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode

‘The Artist’s Halt in the Desert’ by Richard Dadd http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/legalcode

I travel alone through this desert
Though my companions are many.
The silent stones around this oasis
Weep tears into the water

While moonlight glistens upon my fears.
False memories, these heartbeat melodies
Are the ghosts listening outside the circle
Beyond the fire glow, out in the dark

Shadows of the night. These desert sands,
An hourglass with eternity running out
A warrior’s fight with demons not of his making,
Surround me becoming part of my being.

I travel in silence, but never alone
While comfort and solace lurk round the oasis.
The darkness relents with the kiss of the dawn,
Earth rotates and day begins again.
 
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The Mob and Me

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I don’t understand
The mob, or perhaps it’s just
That I look at the victim
After a lynching
And ask who is next?
Wondering if there’s a chance
That the mob will pick on me.
 
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Dust

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Will you remember tomorrow
Will you tremble in fear,
With future memories forgotten
Echoing down through the years.
They say we are all just star stuff,
That dust we were and will be again,
Passing by on this cosmic trajectory
Bound for destruction, all matter the same.
Are we all rotting
From moment of birth, just decay.
Are we all muffled screams
Moments of pleasure, wet dreams.
Is this just pantomime,
No forever, just today.

Stillness

 

Foetal,
Legs curled up beneath you,
This chair a womb of tears.
Crying for its absence,
Heart beating no more.
 
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Footfall

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Just decay, echoes
Shadowing my footsteps
From cradle to grave.
 
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Verdigris

Green against grey,
Three trees mar the view
Of these leaden skies.

Pretence of summer
Within my mind,

Reading the signs
Of how the wind blows.
Thunder rolls, sky darkens
Yet the green survives.
 
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