Wandering and Lost

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Wandering,
A spirit adrift.

Marooned, this sea surrounds,
No way forward,
No way out.

And I have forgotten
What it is I seek.
 
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Visualise

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Dandelion clocks dance in the breeze
Like the time we spent together
Danced away from me.
The visions of you I keep in view,
Anchors of trust to which I’m tethered.
Vision of time now lost.
 
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Lost

Hello!
Yes you.
I’m talking to you!
Out there in the real world.
Were you just going to walk right by,
Seven billion people –
We’re rammed on this planet,
Trapped like ancient mosquitoes
Forever in amber.
In the same boat,
All sinking with the ship.
And yet you can walk by
With a blindfold on,
Pretending no one else
Fucking exists.
 
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Urban Symphony

Here goes with Day 8

Made of sticks and stones

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Like so much flotsam

Cut adrift by the city.

Wanders lost, soulless eyes

That no longer see.

A cacophony of voices

As unintelligible as the blaring

Of sirens and car horns,

Screaming constantly,

Endless soundtrack

To yet another sick dream.

Twisted reality, neon coated,

Drives its stake through night’s heart.

 

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Plotting a course

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I’ve navigated choppy seas.

My boat has taken on water.

But I made it through,

I survived

And if I fear

That I may go down again,

Lose my compass,

Sight of land,

Then I will remember

That the stars shined

And showed me the way

Back to you.

 

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Urban Symphony

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Like so much flotsam

Cut adrift by the city.

Wanders lost, soulless eyes

That no longer see.

A cacophony of voices

As unintelligible as the blaring

Of sirens and car horns,

Screaming constantly,

Endless soundtrack

To yet another sick dream.

Twisted reality, neon coated,

Drives its stake through night’s heart.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.