The Silence Between

 

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In the silence between
Your lips and mine
Lies the truth unsaid. Unseen,
The key to this epic design.

In the darkness between
Two hearts shattered and lost
Lies the remedy undreamed
To turn hearts star crossed.

In the memories between
The dark and the day
Lie the tears, cried in silence, unseen
And that flickering hope you’d stay.

 

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Home to Roost

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I’m transported back to the beginning,
To the moment we first met, before the shame and the regret.
To when we still held our own secrets and had not cried those teardrops yet.
Before the setting of the sun on the longest day

Back when we just matched, before we became detached;
From reality, from each other. We went from lovers
To two strangers, barely speaking, merely passing in the hall.
When the indiscretions stepped out of the shadows. When the truth came to call.
 
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A National Treasure

I’m leaving my body to science.
I’m gifting my mind in a state.
They can discuss my dandruff in Paris
They can view my arse in the Tate.
They can talk about me on the buses
Or on the sofa while eating cake.

I’ll be advertised on the telly
Take “Essence of Me” for all aches.
So it’s my honour, nay my duty,
To preserve Me in a right state.
So I’m pickling my liver in whisky
And starting now before it’s too late.
 
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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.
 
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Liar Song

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Liar song with discordant voices, a twisted echo of the lie.
On-and-on, ever on, until the end time when we start again
Putting the broken pieces back together.
Burying the truth in a shallow grave, sitting waiting for a little rain
And the new shoots and new delusions to deceive.
Intoxicating the two of us, like that undying phantom of our first time.
 
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Hostage of the Breeze

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Secrets catch on the breeze,
Whispered by the wind
Like a sacrament of memory.
A tale no one knows how to begin
Or what should remain untold
To maintain this fragmentary truce.

If the wind should change
And withhold the truth
Until another day,
What then?
What becomes of the future
If secrets remain unspoken.
 
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Shed a Drop


I’m lost in your summer
In your gentle heat haze.
Adrift in your ocean,
Those shimmering blue eyes.
Falling and falling,
Forever and a day
And I can’t help recalling
Every word you say.

And I wonder
Am I doing it right
Gazing on your beauty
In wordless delight.
Searching ever searching
For illuminating phrases
To shred the darkness,
Shed a drop of light.

If I am the shadows
Then you are the rays of the sun.
If I am a drop in the ocean
Then you are the one.

Searching ever searching
In wordless delight
Forever in twilight
Stumbling at dusk.
Wanting to shred the darkness,
Shed a drop of light.
Silence maybe golden
But it don’t get the words right.
 
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Wildflower

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Be a wildflower in a garden of roses.
When one door closes
Kick another one open.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a daredevil on a tightrope,
A beacon of hope,
The last rays over stormy seas.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a dancer without any music.
And if you dance to a tune
Make sure that you choose it.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a horse galloping free.
Running wild, kicking up dust,
Trust yourself, do what you must.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.

Be a wildflower in a garden of roses.
Be your own kind, something new –
Rambling free wherever you choose.
Be little girl, whatever you want to be.
 
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Flight of the Unbeliever


If I had wings, if I could fly,
To lift me up before I die.
To move beyond this fragile state
To the horizon, before is too late.
I’d fly off to uncharted shores
That my kind had not espied before.
I’d fly out far cross tropic seas
Until I found somewhere I could believe.

 

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Transit of Venus

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Clouds dissipate before me
The confusion disappears.
I lose this transitory blindness, and see afresh
The tempting beauty of the morning.
 
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