Nothing to Declare

 

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Reaching out for something
As if it might be
Poisoned, the antidote
Is not getting you through.
Just tied up in the wires
As they tighten the screw.
No one is fighting for you.
The desires are passion crimes
And nothing will get you through.

Searching for anything;
Most holy last orders
With spirits at the bar.
Making confessions
As fast as you can
But it won’t save you.
Reality is bruising,
The ghost don’t believe in you,
And nothing is an illusion.

Holding on to nothing
As if it’s a lifebelt,
That’s going to save
You from calling out –
But nobody’s listening,
It’s a pointless wish list.
Nobody is breaking through.
The mirrors are all one way,
Nothing is echoing back to you.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 21 June 2017

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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.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 16 May 2017

A Theory of Everything

 

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The world is always going to let you down.
That’s what gravity is
Millennia of disappointment
Tying people to the ground.

The stars don’t know why they are shining;
The planets don’t know where they are going,
They haven’t got a clue,
They’re just wandering round and round

And round and round.
Restless nomads stumbling blindly in the dark,
Fumbling for enlightenment, for meaning,
Unaware of what surrounds.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 13 April 2017

Deep Waters

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Glittering eyes electric blue –
Deep pools of sorrow,
And within their depths
Such uncomfortable truths.
Scintillating, yet damaged eyes –
Memories drag her down, like
Deep pools of ‘maybe tomorrow’.
Chasms of heartache
Shining diamond bright
Like waterfalls in moonlight.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 13 March 2017

Mansions

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There are many rooms
In this mansion,
Many rooms that make the whole.

Rooms of cobwebs,
Rooms of overflowing fears,
Rooms of wonders,
Icicles of tears.

Rooms that look out
North, east, west and south,
Corridors of light filled
With memories of ecstatic shouts.

There are many rooms
In my mind,
It’s not a split personality

Or the cracks in my reality.
It just takes many rooms
To make me whole.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 8 February 2017

Circus

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I’m waiting for the clowns
I haven’t seen them yet,
They should be here
To share in my regret.

Up there in the shadows,
Up there in the Gods,
The mountebanks are lurking,
The ones you all adore.
Those liars with their silence
Drown out the sound of the applause.

But there should be clowns here.
Not just whiskey fears and cigarettes.
There should be clowns
To help me to forget.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 5 January 2016

Nothing

I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.

I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.

You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 14 December 2016

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Rhyme nor Reason

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This is my disease.
My locked room
Without a key.
My sickness
Without a cure.
This silence
You must endure.
Watch reason flee,
Lights flickering out.
This is my dis-ease.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 22 November 2016

Believers

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Modern life is like
A church, the religion
Electronica.

The prayer book, needs due reverence.
Wi-fi now the word of God.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Imitation of Me

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I am an imitation,
A pale shadow,
A shopping list of ingredients
For a warming casserole;
When you’d rather dine out
At the razor-blade cafe.

I don’t fit in this strait-jacket
The tailor of society
Has picked out for me.
I am Jack
But I won’t go back in the box.
I will kick and scream

Make a fuss
As the hangman drags me to the gallows.
I will plot my escape to the very last
Hide four aces up my sleeves.
Getting down on my knees
And begging for deliverance.

Because what you want,
What you’ve seen from me so far,
Is less than I’ve got to give.
And if you stand back
(At a safe distance)
Then the best is yet to come.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 21 October 2016

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