Fooling Around

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I reached out but you weren’t there.
I know I spent so long pushing you away
Pretending that I didn’t care.
Yet somehow I thought you’d stay,
I chose to believe in forever.
Yes I know, hindsight is a wonderful thing.

I was a fool thinking you’d never leave
Thinking the ties holding you here would never break.
I kidded myself you were easy to deceive
With all my sneaking around. Finding out how much punishment you’d take.
But all the time it was you fooling me.
Still, I’ve learned, hindsight is a wonderful thing.

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Speak No Evil

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The rich man, the preacher,
The politician, the teacher,
Took my language away.

The treaty, the hungers,
Your lusts, this destruction
Is to blame –
For taking my language away.

The lights in the darkness.
The fires on the horizon,
The burning ice; age returning
Is the grave,
That took my language away.

Weaknesses, baseless fears,
Crying crocodile tears.
Drowning in mutually assured destruction,
While waiting for our software to update
Is the reason
They took my language away.

It was brains, it was beauty,
An oath sworn. Duty.
It was valour, it was pride.
The truth smothering me with lies;
Betrayal with a kiss.
The sinking ship,
The lion’s roar
And all of this and more.

Yet it was my silence
That let them take
My language away.

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Summer Loves

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This summer romance. This dance of light.
Must cease with the approach of night.
With the music of the seasons’ subtle change,
We must take the hand of a different lover
For the rhythm insists that our partner changes.
For while the wind does rage
And skies hang heavy with autumn rains
We will remember that this music will come again.

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Fire Flies

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It’s lonely out here,
Out here in the echoes.
Watching the moths dancing,
Risking it all on the wing,
Dancing in and out of the flames.

I’ve always been a creature of the night and it feels
Unnatural, after all these heartbeats contemplating
The shimmering possibilities here within the silence,
Anticipating the delights that exist
Within the reach of those flames.

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Say Something Simple

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Say something simple
In words of one syllable,
Don’t blind me with science
Just tell me the truth.
For this mystery divine
Don’t run around me with rhyme
Just put it simply,
Just tell me the truth.
 
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Originally Published 21 June 2018

Three Witches

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Scrabbling around,
Scrabbling around for something
Down there in the dirt.
In amongst the entrails and the detritus.
And from nothing creating,
Creating something to hold onto –
Believing in a something.
We are making,
Recreating –
Holding on to something
Drawing shadows out of the night.
 
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Originally Published 14 May 2018

We Are The Dust

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We know our place in the universe
For we named our planet dust.
Rubbing shoulders
With Mars and Orion
In this cosmic show.
Yet we named our home
For the dirt beneath our feet
And that is how we treat it.
A rusting jewel
Decaying like the grave.
With this the last morning,
These the sun’s last rays.
 
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Originally Published 18 April 2018

Exhalation of Water

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Stillness,
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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Originally Published 23 March 2018