Escape

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I wake from the comforting arms of a dream,
Still wrapped in the warmth of the sun
As it reflects off of the azure blue of a tropical sea.
Threads of the dream life wish to hold me within its galaxy
Yet only the silver stars now dance in the corner of my eyes
As I slowly return to the muted palette of this reality.

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Lullaby

Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

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Dreams

If I dream of you sometimes I hope you will forgive me. I hope you understand that I just need to see your face sometimes. For a glimpse of someone whose hair falls down upon their shoulders in that hauntingly familiar way, is not enough to sustain me. For all the colours are a hundred shades of wrong and beauty means nothing, when only your face has any meaning for me. For I can walk through a flower garden when the roses are in bloom and it feels as barren as a desert if the scent of your perfume is not the air I breathe. So if from time to time I dream of you, I hope you understand, I hope you will forgive me.

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Breath

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Breathe the night.
Sigh,
While you dream of alibis.

Being,
Feeling with different senses.
The colours of the dark

Existence.
Tumbling, head over feels.
Meeting no resistance.

Only notions
And nightbreaths. In your longing
For emotional distance.

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The scream

I hear silent voices
Speaking in languages
I don’t even know.

The disembodied reach out
Holding the stillness
Crushing its petals.

Running down the aisles
They despoil the chapel
That once housed my dreams.

While the hollow eyed sentinel
Extinguishes the last flame
Beneath its granite feet.

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Originally published 11 July 2015

Resolution Revolution

window

Looking out the window

Living in a dream

Of the days

Of future/past.

Looking out the window

Working on a plan,

The escape tunnel,

Get rich scheme.

Looking out the window

Searching for the sun

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Shadow of a Girl

There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.

There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.

There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
 
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Curriculum Vitae

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I’m a nice guy in a quiet way,
Unshowy, without being grey.
I’m a star in the daytime
Outshone by other lights in the sky.
I’m not a saint or a sinner
Just average Joe muddling things up
But aiming to get the big things right.
I’m looking for happiness,
Contentment? Whatever that means.
A dreamer, searching for something
And somewhere to realise my dreams.
 
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Dreamweaver

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Falling into forgetfulness
As day drifts out of sight.
Returning to the innocence
In the shadows of the night.
Falling into forgetfulness
As the sandman turns out the lights.
 
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Siren Blue (Dreams)

And here is Day 8 of my review with a poem of getting lost amongst the memories …

Made of sticks and stones

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I can’t remember what it is,
This ocean of memory
In which I’ve got lost.
A natural phenomena,
Drifting, flying, falling, dying.
I’m a stranger in this kingdom
So far from home.

I can’t see a solution,
A way out
Of this maze of confusion.
This song of the stratosphere:
Drowning, crying, calling, dying.
Dream keeper of this kingdom
I can’t call home.
 
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