Wounds of Night

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To me,
To me all the time.
Nearer to me all the time.
Like rays of darkness,
The blinding shafts of night
Hold me close.
Hold me closer,
Closer than the dark
That waits to destroy
The fears.

The spiralling void
Inside of the darkness.
Like a spider’s web
I bind myself with its lies.
In a shimmering gossamer deceit
Wound about me.
Tighter, ever tighter,
Tightening all the time.

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Phase Shift

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Subtle change,
A shift in perception,

The ultra-violet waves
Wash over me.
The innocent skin
Of my naked soul

Coils snake-like
About this un-original sin.
And I’m lost,
Adrift –

Within an ocean
Of my own making
Within the tidal forces
Of my deceits.

Burning within the cauldron
Consumed by the fire of my ghosts.
 
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Paper Tigers

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Papering over the facts
Sliding over the emotion
In search of the cracks.
Searching for something
Like a butterfly wing,
A nod in the direction
Of the beauty
Of the well constructed lie.
 
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One Too Many Lies (Tumbleweed)

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You are shackled now
No time for regrets, only fools
Would have contemplated
That the dice would have rolled
Any different way for you.
The time for changing
Was more than a million lies ago
Back when your suit was new
And your smile hadn’t lost its shine.

And you wonder why everybody is disbelieving,
When all the prophets are leaving
On the night train and the red eye.
Heading out of town and back to their rooms
To close the curtains, shut out the light.
When your alabaster countenance
Is bending and sagging under the weight
Of the fight. When the lies you’ve told are stacking up
To a million and one too many lies.
 
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The War, The Peace

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Remnants of the war,
Leave the children crying in
An uneasy peace.

Bringers of freedom,
Peddle new tyrannies
Like cotton candy

And sugar coated
Lies are still lies
In the mornings light.

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Originally Published 9 September 2015

Liar Song

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Liar song with discordant voices, a twisted echo of the lie.
On-and-on, ever on, until the end time when we start again
Putting the broken pieces back together.
Burying the truth in a shallow grave, sitting waiting for a little rain
And the new shoots and new delusions to deceive.
Intoxicating the two of us, like that undying phantom of our first time.
 
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Libretto

I

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I may have the words
But the music has escaped from me.
I may know the steps
But the dance has left my feet.
I may have had you once
But that was another day,
Another picture of decay.
II

Metamorphosis:
Say something else, before voices flee
Running timid from
Reality. Bleeding on these streets
For the word crimes. Passionate
Execution of the grey
And the virgin’s vision – decay.
 

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What it Seems

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What happens if I distrust the rumours
But take your sweetest lies as facts?

Well the honey bee knows
That the strongest perfume can disguise the truth
And that the prettiest blooms can sometimes be empty inside.
It’s like the stag that has learned to fear the silence
Because of the danger that lies in autumn shadow.
Or the wind that cries softly in November,
For remembrance of what winter brings.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

This is the final prompt of five from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan, and is all about unanswered questions.

Long Way Down

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We are five stories from the truth
And them people are looking
Pretty inconsequential way down there
Like ants, just insects really
When you don’t get to see their faces
When you don’t see
The whites of their eyes
They look small enough to crush
Between finger and thumb
To gods like us
Climbing higher and higher
Above the earth.

 

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The war, the peace

Day 27 and a wish for a kinder world

Made of sticks and stones

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Remnants of the war,
Leave the children crying in
An uneasy peace.

Bringers of freedom,
Peddle new tyrannies
Like cotton candy

And sugar coated
Lies are still lies
In the mornings light.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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