Battle Sky

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I’m waiting for the storm,
Waiting for the normality to return.
Waiting for the heat to dissipate
In the downpour and the rain,
The deluge and the flood.

I’m waiting for the warriors
The ear-shattering clash of shields,
In the battle sky. Lightning like sharp-edged swords
To spear the heart of heat
From out this summer night.
 
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Lover’s Steps

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Belly laughs and lover’s steps
Upon the stairs,
Emotional devotion.
Sentences intertwined like limbs,
In the chaos of calming breath;
The aftermath.
Stillness
Conspires with the electricity
Of touch.
This aftermath
With sheets disarranged, soliloquy of destruction –
Is this the scene of crime or a passion play,
Where husks of human flesh lay spent.
 
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Primitive Archaeology

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Preserved in the permafrost of time
Lost beneath the layers of deceit,
The decrepit solutions for a forgotten age.
The sage solutions, easy fixes, neat tricks.
A sticking plaster to hide the wounds
From prying eyes, and dying sighs.
 
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The Sea and the Stars

 

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The drama of the sea keeps calling to me,
The wild rugged coast threatens to hug me in close.

With the crash of her waves and spray in my face
The sea could reach out her arms
And enfold me within, offer me balm.

As up the siren creeps and carries me down deep,
To the dead calms beyond light of the stars.
 
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Just Because I’m Quiet

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Sometimes it is quiet here inside my mind.
When the whirling dervish is resting
The silence can be overwhelming and yet sublime.

But usually the hubbub is frantic, frightening, and kind of hectic.
Like the clash of cymbals, a symphony of drums,
A chaos threatening to overcome.
 
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Vagabonds

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We were behaving like outlaws
Way out on the edge –
We’d lost all sense, all control
In the silence. In the dark –
No one to see our crimes,
The self-delusions denied.
We were lost souls
Set adrift far from the shore.
The unknown soldiers wandering far.
 
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Direction of Travel

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You lead me up
You lead me down,
In and out of the shadows
Dancing round and round.

You’re like the fox gone to ground
And I’m like the hound chasing my tail.
Dazed and confused, gone to hell.
Never knowing which direction you’ll travel.
 
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Creating Waves

 

Be like the river,
Be like the sea,
You’ve got to keep moving
If you want to be free.

 © 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.