Atlantis


I watch the waves with the sound turned down,
Safe on my sofa, anaesthetised from the drama.
While the News Reporter mouths pleasantries about the disaster.

Meanwhile in the background, out of focus,
The island slowly sinks beneath the surface.
Out of mind, swallowed by the sea.

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Susurrus

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The breeze wakes the day.
Light shivers leaves on the trees.
While Dark’s servants bask
In lingering pools of night,
Before her veil’s cast aside.

A seductive dance
Betwixt the heavens and earth;
The moon and the sun.

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Where I Begin

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The chill shock of the spring rain
Soaks me to the skin.
To the bones of me;
The place where the I begins.

Rooted in this barren ground
Petrified by the memories,
And the past I have buried within.
For I prayed to hold my mysteries

And take them to my grave.
For what does man have but his sins.
His secret companions in the dark
With the fatal poison of their sting.

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Moon Fall

Don’t tell me that the
Moon is shining while I’m still
Too busy crying.

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Shalott


Water flows all around
The island in the river.
Water moving on,
Downstream.
Leaving the island behind.
Forgotten, lost,
Abandoned to the past.

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Flight of the Moon

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Shimmering satellites
Sleep in an unwoken sky.
While primitive thought creeps
Through shattered streets.

Slithering dreams and unkempt memory
Disappear from sight.
Take to the wing.
When at dawn night withers and dies.

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Nearly Midnight

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Sickening images puncture the illusions of my dreams
They call it reality. Violence and destruction, as poisonous as it seems
And they call it progress. Raping foreign lands
To plant a flag and claim dominion over minerals buried in the sands.
And they call it evolution, to sift out what is living
Because where’s the profit; when a man in Hong Kong
Is willing to pay a million for a freshly harvested human heart.
They call it economics; cutting down the forests; tearing the Earth apart.

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Breath

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Breathe the night.
Sigh,
While you dream of alibis.

Being,
Feeling with different senses.
The colours of the dark

Existence.
Tumbling, head over feels.
Meeting no resistance.

Only notions
And nightbreaths. In your longing
For emotional distance.

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