Undiscovered, Under the Covers

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Undiscovered, under the covers,
The secrets we share while wrapped in these sheets.
The language of lovers discussed under the covers.
Within the realm where passion dwells
Where unrest is quelled, our bodies meet.
Where the universe dwindles to just dust
Dancing, in a reality, over there out of reach.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Out There

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I stretch,
Hoping somewhere
In the dark.
That if I reach far enough
To some other dimension.
Through memory
And time and space.
Will be reaching out,
Still searching
For those like me
Lost along the way.
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Wind blown,
Without these city walls.
In the dark
No torch to light the way
I stumble
And I fall.
I rise,
No recollection
Whether this blood is my own.

Blood on my hands
Match the stains on my soul.
But I do not know
Whether I still have
A soul to call my own.
For I have bartered
Everything I have ever owned,
For the chance
To walk alone
In the dark,
Outside these city walls.

The raven and the wolf
Walk in their own dark
Parallel to me.
And I can feel them out there in the shadowland,
But our paths will never cross
Just move on in parallel for eternity.
I hear them
In the silences that reign
In the ages between each breath.
I hear the wolf howling
And hope that my brother
Still howls for me.
While the raven’s wingbeats
Echo up into heaven’s
Eternal emptiness
Sounding the death knell
For what might have been.
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The Visitor

The sunlight wavers
As clouds scud low
Above the surface of the moor.
A scarred moonscape it seems to me
But what do I know,
For my body no longer feels like my own.
Wind eddies swirl
Alien emotions wash over me;
I’m think this is my planet
Just not my home.

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Equal And Opposite

Are you watching from the shadow?
Are you still feeling me?
Do I create a silhouette of something
In your mind? Do I
Bring forth waves of emotion
In the depth of your soul?
Am I responsible for tidal forces
Like those that exist between
Earth and Moon?
Is there still a gravity,
Something greater to come
Out there for you and me?
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Your Approval

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The smile doesn’t reach the eyes
Strangled by weeds and fears
And its foundation in lies.
Yet the delusional mindset
Fits you so well;
Like a flattering filter
Worn while the world goes to hell.
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I want to get lost within your embrace.
Lose myself in a wilderness,
As long as I am there alone with you.

And if I lose sight of the horizon,
Am tossed about on stormy seas,
Hope will still burn bright in my heart

If I know there is a chance.
That you are the safe haven
That waits in the dark for me.
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All I have inherited are the faults
That one generation passes on to the next.
I had the intention to succeed, I could have manufactured something true.
But my good deeds were carried out in the wrong context.
My sins are like grains of sand, a maelstrom
Of crimes and misdemeanours, wound tight about my bones.

While my spirit cries out to the fathomless vacuum of the night
About an exile from a home it’s never known.
About how I was the steward of all the darkness that my forefathers shared with me.
And I bear the tribal wounds as badges of pride. All the ancient resentments. The miscellany of faults.
Yet this land could have prospered if I could have shed the shackles of the past.
But instead I sowed fresh seeds in this soil cried out from my own tears of salt.
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At the top of your lungs.
Out loud
Let your voice be heard.
Make a noise,
Make a racket,
Make the words on the page rattle.
Do not go gentle,
Do not go quiet,
Do not let them forget
What they’ll be missing.
Curse loudly,
Love louder.
Live with passion.
Do it all with the whole
Of your heart.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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Here she comes
Like a hurricane,
A whirling dervish
Into my life again.
Riding the roller-coaster
These emotional highs,
She chases the clouds away
She’s blue skies.
Staring into the forever
Like staring into those eyes.
Think I’m falling again,
It’s love her or die.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.