The Drifters

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You see the drifters in the crowd
Moving against the throng.
It is easy to believe that it is the crowd
That know where the answers lie
And that is why they flow along as one.

But perhaps it is the drifters
That know where they belong,
And that is why they spend their time
Moving against the throng.
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I’m waiting for your virtual touch –
The virtuous feeling,
Your digital meaning.
The coded transmission
Between you and my heart.
The information download
That you started.
Electrical impulses,
Laser guided
Like satellites in the dark.
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Why do you like me she said,
And I couldn’t answer.
I just knew that I wanted
Her to be at my side
For a millennium or two
While I walked down the road.
Wherever life and the breeze
Happened to take me.
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Fake News

It wasn’t a lie
Just took a risk
On a roll of the dice
And invented a different version of the truth.
The facts didn’t suit,
I’m not to blame
It wasn’t my fault,
I had to invent a different version of the truth.
If you don’t like
Where the pieces fall
Change the rules of the game
And move them all.
Stack the deck
It doesn’t matter
As long as you win.
Invent a different version of the truth.
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After You Have Gone


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Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.

I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
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The Loving Words


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Spinning infinity,
Planets collide.
I loved you once
But that hope died.
The stars align,
The signs are red.
But the loving words
Remained unsaid.
Celestial object
In my sky.
I wanted love
But you made me cry.
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Of Grace


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A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Into catastrophe.
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
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Flecks of colour in the night
Flickers of motion beyond sight.
The glory of memory
Of you and me. Of you and me.
Repetition of this ceremony

Beneath the waves of this sanctuary.
With a touch as cold as the altar stone
And bed a barren ocean where I lay alone
Within this dark. Where outside lights
Dance and tease just out of sight.

No heart’s comfort now you have gone
The hearth is cold within this home,
And in the garden flowers might
Crumble to dust; in this world turned black and white.
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Behind The Mask


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I’m trapped behind this mask
In a prison of my own making.
Manacles of my own design
Shackle me to this world.
Leaving only a fitful spectre free
Like a ghost upon the moon.
Like a soul marooned far from home.
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Speaking of my crimes, my black designs
That went astray. My steps in wicked ways;
When it is just lies to talk of love
Such a pretty word for want and lust.

When all along I knew I never had the words
For speaking of the truth, and my eyes just mould
Darkness into a perversion of the light.

And my defence?
My senses were overwhelmed by the reality of you.
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