Destination Unknown

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How did we end up with so much distance
Between you and I? Between what we were
And what we’ve become. Gaping silences
Now divide us, where once laughter united.

There was a time I’d have driven for miles
To bask in the glory of a half-smile.
Now I just wonder, how did we end up
With so much distance between you and I?
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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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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Bliss

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Bliss,
The one word
For the feeling.
Electrical dreaming,
The motion picture of colours
Exploding in my mind.

Bliss,
The one word
When my head’s spinning
Because our lips are touching.
We’re so close
I feel your heart beating.
Rhythm coalescing, realities colliding
In this mystery, in this kiss.
 
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I Spy (An Optimist)

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Twelve months of summer,
Chasing sunshine the whole of your life.
Everyday a battle against
The drab monochrome
That your parents brought you into.
Seeing silver linings even there in the gutter;
Sensing the stars when lost in the clouds.
Never closing your mind to the hope in their eyes
And never shutting out their ray of light.
 
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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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Lorelei

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Everything about you is secrets,
Night flights and summer rain.
Everything is motion,
Fleeting notions and make-believe.
From the beguiling beginnings
To the moment you slip away,

For you were there and then you were gone.
For one moment you were golden,
Wrapped in a silken web.
I watched you sleep

Your head resting beside me on this pillow,
Until I blinked. Then like night you dissolved
Leaving only the bitter magics in your wake
And the loneliness of the cold light of day.
 
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Earning a Future

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Do we exist?
Do we have a right to exist?
If the sun sets on this stormy night
Do we have a guarantee that it will rise
Come tomorrow morning?
In this post-apocalyptic wasteland
Is there a niche carved out for us,
A temperate zone; blanket to wrap about our forms?
 
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Old Souls

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Seems like I’ve been dragging around this old soul
Like there is a part of me
That remembers days long passed by.
And in mockery of Atlas the Titan,
This old soul occasionally bends low
As if weighed down beneath all of time.

I feel this old soul looking at me occasionally,
Perhaps it knows something I don’t.
Mocking me as I headlong crash down
Beneath the waves
Where the old soul has crashed down before.
As we dance together in a figure eight for eternity.

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Sideways

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Will you smile for me?
One more time,
Will you smile?
Will you make the earth shake?
With a laugh that quakes
The ground beneath my feet.

Will you offer up a moment,
For the moments that we’ve shared?
Do you care? Do you give a damn?
Or are you just leaving
Letting all the doors slam,
Without a backward glance.
 
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But Inside I’m Laughing

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New shine civilisation.
Clean shirt, striped tied
Uniformed nation.
Gonna leave me here
Until I die.

Boot shine occupation
Bended knee to dead-boss Eye,
Emotional starvation.
Withered
On the vine.
 
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