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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Shapes in the Trees

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All just faces amongst the trees.
These illusions we don’t want to believe.
The madness and violence of dreams –
Insomniac visions, streetlight projection on walls,
Winter winds stirring the childhood bogeyman to life again.
Night flights, fever and tears, evils that breed in my mind.
 
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StarRise

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The silence of this season
Completes me.
The Night holds me in her arms,
The darkness drapes her body:
Caresses my feeling in the coldness
Of her ebony being.
I plunge into the heart of her,
And in falling I shine.
 
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Kindred Spirits

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You’re the soul I reach for in the darkness.

Kindred spirit, will you wander with me.

 
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Bodies

Day 13 of my review and a poem about the things in the darkness…

Made of sticks and stones

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Floating, floating
In the darkness
Of the forever night,
The silence
Is within me
My touch like ice.

Floating, floating
On this ocean
Abandoned
By the land.
Retreated
Beneath the waves
To escape the jealous
Touch of man.

This death song,
Its kiss of chaos,
Floating With the driftwood
On this midnight sea.
Floating, forever floating
Amongst the bodies
Silently mouthing
Their requiem

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Sadness (Summertime)

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Clouds,
Gathering of tears,
Obscuring
Obsidian, shroud of feeling
Keeping us apart,
That sun and I.

Pathways,
In shadow hides the fear.
Serpent,
Scarlet warning
Of the dangers.
Between the sun and I

Burdens.
The weight I bear,
Dread
Darkness waiting.
Shunned by the light
In the setting of the sun.
 
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Creak on the Stairs

Hush dry your eyes
The armies of night
Won’t break down the door.

Everything will be alright
The dawn is just hours away
The light in the sky
Is coming to play.

But first check under the bed
For any ghoul that slipped through
The crack in the wall.
 
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For S

Day 4

Made of sticks and stones

Those deep and dark eyes,

That beatific smile,

Lilting words spoken from honey lips;

But there are storms, black,

Hidden far down inside.

 

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For S

Those deep and dark eyes,
That beatific smile,
Lilting words spoken from honey lips;
But there are storms, black,
Hidden far down inside.

 

© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.