Keeping Faith

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Reach out, touch the chill void –
Holding out and hoping
For some kind of sign.
That will stop me from falling
Further into the dark
Between the future and the past.

To the place where the silence hesitates
And all my misdemeanours wait
For memory to recall.
For the sins and sacraments
Of my fragile belief in this reality
To begin again, to believe in me.

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Hush

Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.

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Originally Published 6 August 2016

The Silence Between

 

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In the silence between
Your lips and mine
Lies the truth unsaid. Unseen,
The key to this epic design.

In the darkness between
Two hearts shattered and lost
Lies the remedy undreamed
To turn hearts star crossed.

In the memories between
The dark and the day
Lie the tears, cried in silence, unseen
And that flickering hope you’d stay.

 

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Originally Published 26 June 2017

Peripheral

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As long as I know you are at the edge of my view.
Somewhere where the mirages meet my dreams
In the wee small hours when no one is awake to witness my tears.

Out there in the distance, lost on the far horizon
A shadow secret known only to these four walls and my teddy bear.
That you are the wave that will overcome my fears.

As long as I know, then I can cope with the visions
And the nightmares tearing my hopes apart.
For beyond the limits of the frame I know, there is an end to the lonely years.

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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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Silence Screams Out

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The silence of the scream,
Lungs bursting, roiling,
Maelstrom escaping.
I cannot connect
Back into the disconnection.
The static’s code provides no illumination.
Just darkness enveloping me. Floating,
Electrifying, frightening,
Gravity weakening; slowly
Atoms disintegrating.

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Speak No Evil

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The rich man, the preacher,
The politician, the teacher,
Took my language away.

The treaty, the hungers,
Your lusts, this destruction
Is to blame –
For taking my language away.

The lights in the darkness.
The fires on the horizon,
The burning ice; age returning
Is the grave,
That took my language away.

Weaknesses, baseless fears,
Crying crocodile tears.
Drowning in mutually assured destruction,
While waiting for our software to update
Is the reason
They took my language away.

It was brains, it was beauty,
An oath sworn. Duty.
It was valour, it was pride.
The truth smothering me with lies;
Betrayal with a kiss.
The sinking ship,
The lion’s roar
And all of this and more.

Yet it was my silence
That let them take
My language away.

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Random Love Tricks

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She is not here, she is gone.
Just a mirage at the oasis for the lovesick.
Only a temporary delusion
That she ever could have existed in this world,

In my world.
In the barren desert of my heart.
In the endless silence
Between the heartbreaks

That in the infernal night
Wraps me tight within its arms.
Because I’m alone
For she is gone.
 
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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.
 
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The Waning

 

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Fitful winds
Whip about us
As we sit at this lonely spot.
This silence
Will define us,
Lasting image of latter days.
 
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