Unholy Ghosts

We tread paths, criss-cross this silent ground,
Leaving vapour trails of lost hope
In this garden of distrust.

We wait, lamenting what once was ours
But now’s lost in the mists and tears.
Of the mourners at the graves

That unquiet souls have vacated.
Just bones and dust are left behind
We have emigrated, gone.

Yet earthbound we still remain,
Cursed to wander this domain.
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Exhalation of Water

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A momentary calm
Like the heart breaths before
The exhalation of water
From the lungs of a drowning man.

A baptism of desire,
Of cold, cold fire.
The absence of touch
In a universe without feeling.
Just the biology of the vacuum
Without emotion only needing,

Then the tsunami.
Colours exploding, overwhelming;
Like a million hands
Reaching out of the darkness
Touching skin, caressing my mind.
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Falling Into the Future

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Falling into the future,

When the memories will let me.

The memories that did beget me

And like a lover’s arms want to keep hold.

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It was desire that set things on fire

That tore my world apart

It was the burning passion of desire

That broke my fragile heart

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The hopefulness I hold

Is that the story

Is not fully told.

That the darkness

Of certain chapters

Just means the road,

Is there around the corner

Like a new day

Waiting to unfold.


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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
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