You hug my shoreline,
Waves gently lapping my soul
Until I give in.

Waters rushing over me
I suffer deluge’s touch.

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I’ve had enough.
Are you listening?
Have I got your attention?
Yes, that was me screaming.
Showing fear and agitation
As I shouted, raved and ranted,
Gave voice to my desperation.

I’ve had enough.
I’m heading for the exit
A more fulfilling destination.
I’ve had enough of choppy waters,
Of being decaying vegetation.
I found some pride down here in the gutter
Going to rebuild my reputation.

I’ve had enough.
You can keep the aggravation.
Stick it where the sun don’t shine.
I’m going home.

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Originally Published 7 February 2015


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I cannot control the rage sometimes.
The rage that burns me up inside sometimes,
Twisting my gut, shaking my sanity.
This anger that threatens to consume me sometimes;
Burning recklessly out of control.
Until there is nothing left
And I loathe the power it has over me.
Yet sometimes all I want is to let it take hold,
Let the fire take it all.
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Originally Published 13 December 2018

Over Me

On the shores of Loch Scavaig lies Elgol (Gaelic for ‘the weeping swan’), a small fishing village famous for its mountain and seascape scenery. After 15 miles of winding one-lane country road one is rewarded with magnificent views of Cuillin Range – weather permitting.
Taken April 2017.
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I don’t want to be distant.
I want to breathe the same air as you.
I want to touch what you touch and feel what you feel.
If you are in pain I want to bleed.
Because you are my passion, you are my need.
You are the poison deep in my veins.
When I am thirsting you are my rain.

For if I am an island hiding
Far away from the world.
I want you to be the ocean
That invades my shore.
I don’t want to be isolated anymore.
I want you to be the ocean,
My encircling sea.

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The Silent Reaches

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Silence reaches inside of me
Searching through the emptiness
Looking for a heart full of soul.
Probing the ashes for a prophecy
But the fire is dead, the ashes cold.

Silence hunting for the ghost of kindness
In the darkness between the thieves.
Seeking for a sliver of honesty
To light its way like a gibbous moon.
But the truth has deserted me.

The truth has stolen my heart away.
She is a wicked mistress
To rob me of the dawn.
When all I wanted was shelter,
Some shelter from the storms.

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Shivering Tide

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The shivering tide
Wanders across the dawn sands.
Leaving us alone,
Undisturbed amongst the dunes.
Our secrets to keep us warm.

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Kiss of Life

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Stood upon the hilltop
Looking down.
The whole world laid out
Before me, all around,
Like pieces in a game.
The whole of life paused
As if waiting for my touch.
For this kiss of life,
A resumption of the play.
For the wind to blow again.

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photo credit: Aurelien G. Photographie Dust II via photopin (license)

Dust dances in sunlight
Obscuring my future
But obscuring my scars.
There’s only here and now
Just this moment of flux,
This maelstrom of chaos,
Watching dust motes dancing.

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I Remember the World

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I remember a world that has gone, beyond.
Out of sight, behind a door now locked to me.
I remember a world beyond these walls,
Beyond these shadows that lurk watching me.

I remember a breath, a gentle breeze
The lapping waves the blue, blue sea.
Mountains, birdsong, treetop sky,
Out there waiting patiently, to return to me.

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Sporadic Acts of Silence

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The stranger in the mirror,
The foreigner in my head.
Speaking in tongues
I don’t understand.
In whispers, I’ve learned to fear.

Feeling weird emotions,
Dreaming ultraviolet
Praying that I wake.
Am I the victim
Or am I the villain?

Acting out a drama
That’s far too real.
Am I alone here?
Adrift within the silence,
Crying out; hoping that you hear.

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