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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Resonance

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Within the sadness; madness of this world,
Silence can sound the loudest
Within the chambers of my mind.
 
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Rhyme nor Reason

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This is my disease.
My locked room
Without a key.
My sickness
Without a cure.
This silence
You must endure.
Watch reason flee,
Lights flickering out.
This is my dis-ease.
 
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Take Off This Uniform

Day 19 and a poem for the demons inside

Made of sticks and stones

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Shadow sound
Faint echoes screaming
Legion. Demon?
Cacophony of whispers;
Half-formed; dying;
Lovers sighing.
Chorus repeating,
Round and round and round,
This Babylon of voices.
Phony wishes,
Air kisses,
Rise and fall orgasm, SCREAMING!
With the phantasm lurking
Within.

Tremors,
After-shock, murmurs,
Susurration.
Bizarre music,
The sighing of a pneumatic drill,
Rhythmic,
Its comforting embrace
Is like a burbling brook;
A recognisable landmark.
Sacred, calm, centred
Within this swirling moonscape.
This alien bazaar, human shrieking,
Speaking, whispering, sighing …
Are you feeling ok?

 
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The Burden

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Why do you carry the weight of the world?
It is not yours, nor mine, to bear.
Like a line of a poem, the thoughts
Should be memory moments,
Before they are gone.
 
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Originally published 24 December 2014

These Silent Stones

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I travel alone through this desert
Though my companions are many.
The silent stones around this oasis
Weep tears into the water

While moonlight glistens upon my fears.
False memories, these heartbeat melodies
Are the ghosts listening outside the circle
Beyond the fire glow, out in the dark

Shadows of the night. These desert sands,
An hourglass with eternity running out
A warrior’s fight with demons not of his making,
Surround me becoming part of my being.

I travel in silence, but never alone
While comfort and solace lurk round the oasis.
The darkness relents with the kiss of the dawn,
Earth rotates and day begins again.
 
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Take Off This Uniform

Shadow sound
Faint echoes screaming
Legion. Demon?
Cacophony of whispers;
Half-formed; dying;
Lovers sighing.
Chorus repeating,
Round and round and round,
This Babylon of voices.
Phony wishes,
Air kisses,
Rise and fall orgasm, SCREAMING!
With the phantasm lurking
Within.

Tremors,
After-shock, murmurs,
Susurration.
Bizarre music,
The sighing of a pneumatic drill,
Rhythmic,
Its comforting embrace
Is like a burbling brook;
A recognisable landmark.
Sacred, calm, centred
Within this swirling moonscape.
This alien bazaar, human shrieking,
Speaking, whispering, sighing …
Are you feeling ok?

 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Unworry

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Anyway, I’ve got fears of my own
Hidden away in a high tower.
So, I can’t take your worries away
It isn’t as simple as kissing them better.

But if you want my advice, and you’re free to ignore it,
Write it all down in a letter and mail it to Santa
Or burn the letter and put the ashes
In an urn up high on your shelf.

Perhaps this would help. Go stand in the rain
Let the gale howl through you,
Let the weak light of the winter sun decide your truth.
Laugh;
Cry;

Make Love;
Do whatever you can to hold back the night.
You have to unravel the strings of your happy
From all your other fighting kites
Before taking the first step of the precipice.

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Storms

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Inside my mind
Winds howl
There is no solitude
To be found.

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Whirlpools dragging me under

Here we go Day 6

Made of sticks and stones

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Spiralling down

In ever decreasing circles,

Twisting in a tornado

That no one else even feels.

Going down, down under water,

When all I want

Beneath my feet

Is solid ground.

 

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