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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Phoenix

Day 25 and a poem about a (lost?) soul …

Made of sticks and stones

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This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
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Rock Song

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I am a rock,
Stone-faced monolith
From out of the belly of the earth;
A lost soul out of time and place.
While the road passes me by,
Going to places I’ll never see,
I remain rooted here,
Yet adrift.

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Originally published 15 October 2015

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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Flight of the Unbeliever


If I had wings, if I could fly,
To lift me up before I die.
To move beyond this fragile state
To the horizon, before is too late.
I’d fly off to uncharted shores
That my kind had not espied before.
I’d fly out far cross tropic seas
Until I found somewhere I could believe.

 

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Siren Blue (Dreams)

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photo credit: bdrc 宋凝 via photopin (license)

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.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.