Say Goodbye

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Lamplight hovers over us in the fog
Like flying saucers in the forest could have done
On any given night, back when we were in love.
The heartbreak is knowing what you want to say
If only the words could prise apart those lips.
Those lips which I still long to kiss.
The kisses which it will be an ache to miss.

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All of Me

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Following this foolish path
That leads me back to your door.
That sends me down to a deeper hell
To that ruin where I dwelt before.
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Is there a mute button on life?
Can we find a dog that doesn’t bark in the night?
Is there a place, an oasis of calm,
Some place to just be. Without the pressure of living.
A palm tree hideaway for us.
Away from the fuss. The stress of existence.
A barefoot place – beyond the border of the map.
Where there’s none of this crap.
Where we can thrive instead of just living.
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Trip the Light Fantastic with You

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Your motion in that moment
Is sinuous, movement neverending.
You dance the figure for infinity,
Sketching out your theory of everything
With your body. A prism you have become,
Your silhouette a rainbow as light explodes through you.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe
As time stops. Before my heart beats again.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe,
As with the electricity of your touch
I come to life; I breathe again.
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Shortest Day

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The golden orb hangs low but does not dispel the gloom

That cloud my senses. Of a world spinning wildly beyond the borders of my room.

This cellular existence, the prison bars are of my own making,

Trapping me within a gravity, making me blind to the chances I could be taking.


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Let’s get intimate me and you.
Sit down in some comfy nook
Snuggle down before a fire
And talk about the stars and our favourite books.
Let us talk for hours and hours
About autumn leaves and summer showers.
Until the candle’s burned to darkness;
Holding hands becomes as natural
As breathing out, as breathing in.
Until we share our thoughts of a secret kind.
Let us get intimate me and you
Until daylight has replaced the dark of night.
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Charlie Bear

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The material has become frayed at the edges.
The seams have started to split,
The stuffing has begun to spill out of his head.
The fur has practically all gone from his ears.

And that fur that once was glossy and brown
Has slowly lost its dye over the years.
I look at him and he looks at me
With the one eye poor Bear has remaining.

Yes, “You’ve seen better days
My old friend.” I say to him
And “Haven’t we all.”
He replies.
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Young Enough

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Can I still climb that hill
Or will I make a mountain
Of it in my mind?

Will they let me join that sort of crowd
Or do I not fit the design? Am I the kind
That’ll lower the tone? Do I wear the right clothes?
Will I get past the bouncers on the door;
And the music will be awful loud.
(And without a proper tune.)
And you can talk and talk,
But you won’t be heard,
It’s like conversing with a wall.
So perhaps I’ll just stay in
With my cup of cocoa and the news.
Slippers on my feet
And wearing those tatty, comfy clothes.

Can I still climb that hill?
Put in the effort. Heart and soul.
Or should I just give up the fight
Climb the stairs and go to bed.

Should I go out tonight?
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