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It was desire that set things on fire

That tore my world apart

It was the burning passion of desire

That broke my fragile heart

 © 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.



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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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Sometimes the illusions are real,
Sometimes they are the only thing that matters
In the hurly-burly of this world.
Sometimes the scream is the only sound,
And it goes round and round forever.

To the deeps and to the heavens,
To the forest and the oceans.
Round and round in never ending motion
Powered by imagination –
Driven by a dream.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Starlight Rending

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This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Silence

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The silent ones are calling,
Memories falling like leaves
In the swirling whirlpool
Of an unravelling mind.

The silent ones are listening
For the diamonds glistening amongst
The blindness of the lies.

For the slow descent into the sanity,
The shared humanity, of the watchers
Waiting somewhere beyond the horizon
Of the conflicted mind.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Take It or Leave It

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Cut me to the quick
To the essence of my soul,
And you will find granite
The bedrock of my being.

Lacerate me with words
From your flame-tempered tongue
And you will find me fireproof,
As resilient I stand.

Assault me with slanders,
Attack me with hurricane winds
And you will discover
I’m the survivor of storms.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Crumbling Precipice

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There is this energy
Right here within me
And I’m poised on this precipice,
Readied to jump.
To fall, perhaps
As I attempt to fly.
All I know is that
I won’t go back
And I can’t stay here.
So there is nothing left
But to spread my wings
And try.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

For Pennies and Passion

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Old man sits on the corner
Accordion strapped to his being.
Fingers dancing lightly upon the keys
The squeeze box sings,
The bellows pumping.
As if for the old man
Without the music
He would not be breathing.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


For six days I will live,
Just not today
If that’s okay.
On other days I will thrive,
Rise and shine
Give my best,
But not today.
I need to rest

Escape the rat race.
Engines, raw,
The blood and thunder
The fight to survive
This urban wasteland
From dawn to dusk
Until this day is
… Laid to rest.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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It all falls down,
Crumbles about my bones.
Heartbreak and tears stripped away
Leaving me bare.
Nothing left but hope,
I am reborn
Knowing that you’ve entered the room.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.