Empty Cages

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We went to the zoo today.
We saw the cockroaches at play.
Elephant and rhino have gone,
Of the panda there is only one.
Empty cages in the zoo today.
 
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Originally Published 13 August 2017

Make-Believers

 

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To the pretenders,
The make-believers,
The dresser-uppers,
The dreamers,
This goes out to you.
The singers,
The poets,
The actors,
The writers,
For making dreams come true.
Those artists
And dancers
Making it up,
Making believe it’s come true.
To everyone out there, thank you.
 
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Originally Published 29 March 2017

Floating Away

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In my mind, I’m on a beach somewhere,

Warm seas, with azure waves tempting me.

Gravity has no hold. I have no cares

I have escaped. My mind has set me free.

 

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Originally Published 1 February 2017

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Libretto

I

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I may have the words
But the music has escaped from me.
I may know the steps
But the dance has left my feet.
I may have had you once
But that was another day,
Another picture of decay.

II

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Metamorphosis:
Say something else, before voices flee
Running timid from
Reality. Bleeding on these streets
For the word crimes. Passionate
Execution of the grey
And the virgin’s vision – decay.

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Originally Published 14 January 2017

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Chasms

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There is a gap in this virtual life.
A black hole in the centre of perfection,
An absence in the heart of my world.
And perhaps this shadow, is for your silhouette to fill.
Or perhaps it is for teardrops and stardust instead.
Maybe the void gets filled by the journey.
Maybe this nothing needs to get broken. Reshaped. Reborn.
Perhaps it gets forged by the fire.
A burning passion, assuaged, a million one-nights.
But at times when I listen in silence
Or forget the worries and just laugh.
Forget my worries and let go.
SCREAMING out at the top of my lungs!
And wondering if it is not in the spaces instead,
Those gaps themselves, that are making me whole.

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Originally Published 3 December 2016

Spaces

What if the places where it began,
Burned up,
Burned down to the ground.
What if the people who once cheered,
Began plotting,
Baying for blood.
What if the angels, the heavenly host,
Were the demons,
Inside my skull.
What if the sky
Came crashing down,
Swallowing me whole.
What if the fever, seeps through the walls,
No safe spaces,
Just cages for all.
 
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Originally Published 26 May 2016

Deluded

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Why is the rain cold,
What does the sky contain
For us, is it the future foretold.
Is the sun up there
Swaddled in blankets of cloud.
Does the sun care, has it departed.
Is it a stone-hearted deserter
Run away from our worries,
Our directionless scurry. Back and forth,
Avoiding individual raindrops
But drenched by the downpour.
 
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Originally Published 16 October 2016

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The Parting Glass

If angels should pass upon this road
After I’ve long departed.
If you should hear them in the night
In the rustling of the leaves.
If you should speak with one of them,
Its voice, a half-remembered sound.
If they should ask,
What did his days on Earth achieve.
Then raise a glass with the angels
And speak only of the good times.
If after I have gone
You should ever think of me.

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Originally Published 14 September 2015

Symptoms

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The scent of you alive on the breeze
The memory of your touch.
The rhythm of your voice
Is the music I imagine I hear
In the rustling sway of the leaves on the trees.
Light dances over the rippling water
As intoxicating as a dream,
But your smile is all I see.

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A Dot on the Screen

A dot on the TV screen
Disappearing into infinity,
The lights blinking out.
4am, insomnia rules.

Outside the closed curtain
The fox roams the street alone
As the approaching dawn
Creeps closer. The night time is ending

A new day is descending.
Skeletal hands squeeze tighter
Around the throat of the world,
The dark breathes its last.

Fox scuttles away for the shelter of the shadows
A nocturnal creature immune to the lure
Of the beckoning day.
The great pretending that awaits

My sleepless body.
I think of the fox asleep in her den
As I splash ice water onto my face
Washing away the pretence of sleep from my eyes.

How happy for her
To escape into the earth
Away from the pain exposed
To the scrutiny of the sun.

The make-believe world of the insomniac
Of having to say “I’m okay”, when I’m not.
When I know if I could only sleep
There’d be a chance I could dream this pain away.

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Originally Published 9 September 2016