Falling Out With Gravity

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I can go on no more

With this merry-go-round orbit

While waiting on your pleasure.

Waiting for the moment when you and the stars align

And you make a decision

If we will part or go on together.

Am I to become your satellite?

In the grip of your embrace,

Warmed by the light of your sun.

Or am I to be hurled out into the void,

The frigid dark between the stars,

To wander alone for millennia.

 

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Raindance

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The return of the rain
Brings me to life again.

The touch of this holy water
Upon my skin
Washes me clean
Lets me begin once more.

The passion of the raindrops
Freefalling to the ground
Is the baptism of hope I need
So that I feel born again.

It resurrects a faith
That had all but died.

I feel rain, I feel alive.
 
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Random Love Tricks

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She is not here, she is gone.
Just a mirage at the oasis for the lovesick.
Only a temporary delusion
That she ever could have existed in this world,

In my world.
In the barren desert of my heart.
In the endless silence
Between the heartbreaks

That in the infernal night
Wraps me tight within its arms.
Because I’m alone
For she is gone.
 
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Beyond

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There is no horizon only now.
No future, no past
Only the moment while it lasts.
Then forgotten,
Like dust dancing in the sunlight
With no memory of how
It came to be there.
Like raindrops
That fall earthwards
Hurtling down towards the embrace of the ground
Not knowing if there is a purpose
To existence.
 
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Howl

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I am the wolf,
I am the moon;
A shadow of silver light,
Assassin of darkness

The emissary of night.
My blood lust religion,
The sacred will to survive.
I will fight to survive.

I am the wolf,
I am the moon,
I pray the day
Won’t come too soon.
 
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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.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 21 June 2017

The Sea and the Stars

 

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The drama of the sea keeps calling to me,
The wild rugged coast threatens to hug me in close.

With the crash of her waves and spray in my face
The sea could reach out her arms
And enfold me within, offer me balm.

As up the siren creeps and carries me down deep,
To the dead calms beyond light of the stars.
 
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Originally published 16 May 2017

A Theory of Everything

 

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The world is always going to let you down.
That’s what gravity is
Millennia of disappointment
Tying people to the ground.

The stars don’t know why they are shining;
The planets don’t know where they are going,
They haven’t got a clue,
They’re just wandering round and round

And round and round.
Restless nomads stumbling blindly in the dark,
Fumbling for enlightenment, for meaning,
Unaware of what surrounds.
 
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Originally published 13 April 2017

Deep Waters

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Glittering eyes electric blue –
Deep pools of sorrow,
And within their depths
Such uncomfortable truths.
Scintillating, yet damaged eyes –
Memories drag her down, like
Deep pools of ‘maybe tomorrow’.
Chasms of heartache
Shining diamond bright
Like waterfalls in moonlight.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 13 March 2017

Mansions

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There are many rooms
In this mansion,
Many rooms that make the whole.

Rooms of cobwebs,
Rooms of overflowing fears,
Rooms of wonders,
Icicles of tears.

Rooms that look out
North, east, west and south,
Corridors of light filled
With memories of ecstatic shouts.

There are many rooms
In my mind,
It’s not a split personality

Or the cracks in my reality.
It just takes many rooms
To make me whole.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 8 February 2017