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In Reality

Your pupils eclipse the blue As you look inside of me I ask about your thoughts You stroke me tenderly And smilingly reply “I’m collecting a memory” “One I will add to my reality” My hand gently sweeps The heat from your cheeks As deeper and deeper you go Burying far inside my soul Suddenly You are frightened by reality The depth too deep A world unknown Taking you too far out Of your comfort zone I ask about your thoughts And sadly you reply “We are so different” “You and I” And with this you said “Goodbye”

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A howling wind shaking trees, 
            Moving mountainous clouds 
To earth the ancient limb falls 
            Smashing its crusty skin 
So tender the flesh beneath 
            Bleeding tears to the ground 
As thick grey skies crack open  
            Revealing golden rays 
The path of discovery 
            Bearing new beginnings

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A Wilderness

It is an  intrepid wilderness out there
So many wild capricious things to fear
The only shelter to be found
Are shadows that race across the searing ground

The tremulous fear is no less
Than death that causes most distress
As howling ghosts of past events
Bereave the mind of every sense

And the fiery sun slips across the sky
Day becomes night and time speeds by
For a moment shadows melt to one 
Bringing cool relief from the sun

Yet the burning star surely rises
Robbing us of all disguises
The wilderness again encroaches
Things must be faced  with  abiding forces

Each fearful thing a singular battle
Adding fuel to hope and mettle
The calescent ground now indeed
No longer searing to hardened feet

The unerring warrior forges forward
Across the dessert ever stalwart 
From wilderness, sun and fearful foe
The hero's immortal heart shall grow

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Pain is too big for my skin 
The only desperate release 
A hole no larger than the head of a pin 
Seeping tears with no relief 
Eyes closed tight, aching grief 
Every pore clamped shut 
Armour of shame 
Sharp edged pellets 
Searing hot flame 
I must contain 
This storm will not unfold 
Restrained by toughened flesh 
It will churn and rage 
Howl and crash 
In my mouth a taste of ash 
Pain is too big for my skin 
It stretches and inflates 
It would only take the prick of a pin 
Purging entrails of inadequacy 
For everyone to see 
There will be composure 
A calming of breath 
A necessary death 
Old limbs discarded 
Mind steely guarded 
The strength of ones mettle 
Will eventually settle 
Cast around cleared space 
And after all that toil 
Hope will spring from tended soil

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The Pale Balloon

I float effortlessly alongside you
Tied by a silken string
To an outstretched hand

Once buoyant, light and full of hope
My exterior begins to shrink
Around my deflating soul

My pale skin once shiny and taught
Now loose and greying
Drifting slowly to the floor

The silken thread released
Loosely falling behind
With my sagging soul to the ground

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A Man's Point of View

A Man's Point of View

Oh woman you exist 
To feed my soul
And nourish my heart
With your full embrace

I savour the taste
Of your strawberry lips
And inhale the aroma
From your creamy skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my eyes
And nourish my mind
With your pure wisdom

Without you my existence 
Would be cold and raw
A meal much lacking
In a full, satisfying flavour

Oh woman you exist
To feed my passion
And nourish my body
With your sweet essence

I drink deeply from the cup
You fill each day 
With your sultry smile
And sparkling eyes

Oh woman you exist
To feed my desire
And nourish my thought
With your feasts of fancy

With steady hands
You stir my spirit
And raise me up
To higher peaks

Oh woman you exist
To feed my inner child
And nourish my aching limbs
With your tender touch

My hungry thoughts
Return each night
Satiated by the warmth
Of your velvet skin

Oh woman you exist
To feed my life
And nourish my senses
With your presence

I exist to savour
All that is you

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Emerging From Between The Lines

emerging from between the lines
the human being furtively 
discovers his inner most thought
otherwise left deeply buried

circumstances designate man
emerging from between the lines
as instead he would be at loss
amongst the lyrical scribing

a purging of thought and feelings
expressed by entwining tendrils
emerging from between the lines
a cleared path towards a moment

of fleeting happiness, the white
to the black of the words written
by a simple man now poet
emerging from between the lines 

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Haiku 1

feathers uncurl first leap invisible trust

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A Fork In The Road

I am lost in a tangled wood Reaching for a rope like thread Two fingers balancing One, two, three…. Like ballerina legs Gliding along the tendril floor Inching forward, halted By a knotty carrefour The dense foliage Throwing shadows around the cracks Guiding God’s fingers Illuminating the furcate tracks A judgment, God or Heart… Trust or regret… One path forward One path back

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My Paramour

There is always a light, sometimes a tiny glimmer expanding 
Amongst the darkest forest as a fiery wheel of hope and desire 
It measures the life of many years of tasting moments so far and few 
The first full bite filled with momentous prurience leaving a tender 
Taste reminiscent of briny afternoons and glistening bodies 
On a hot summer afternoon at the edge of a water hole 
Tender hands gliding up and down smooth skin dispersing 
Guiding rivulets amongst the valleys and dell a secret hollow 
Too far a reach; for the adventurer has love in his heart not lust 
And as moons and suns are born and reborn the water recedes 
Forests are felled, but one strong sapling a nexus between 
The moments to bring forth the final moment the momentous moment 
The nexus by no means a linear thing, time curving as if blown 
By a wind filled with sounds of ghosts and angels, gently abrading 
What seems like mountains into stones, into dust, into a gentle breeze 
Drying tears, reviving a hermit heart, filling lungs with perfumed air 
My paramour, no more a paramour but so much more, so much more