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This Fire

4.

Live. And live it for today. 
Heed not the ghosts of past and pain 
Feel every drop of summer rain
Kiss your pale, hot skin
And take your breath away

Though the brightest spark may fade
Let not the wind of discontent
Extinguish precious sentiment 
For this fire, my love
Was born to be re-made

Walk, and feel the ground below
Your feet, not roots but wings you see
Find solace in serenity 
Tread, but softly now
Or wake the sleeping snow

Brightly look upon this face 
Which gazes back through curtained tears
Tracing the scars of perfect years
You are there, in us
Your first and last embrace

Love, and learn to love once more
Though hardened now your cotton heart
Once comforted by counterpart 
Stifled, craves escape
Was Beautiful before.

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Honest Words

For all those sins & reckless lies. For all the time and tears and sacrifice
And all his honest words too late, too shallow now to vindicate 
A futile bid at any rate 
And far too little to suffice

She saw the time that passed her by,
Too weak to look within and wonder why
Had torn apart and wrought to dust
The little things which earned his trust. 
That bruised their lips and stirred her lust and left him burning in reply 

But now it seems just far too real
And strange there isn't more beneath to feel
A numbness spreads and quells his heart, together seems now so apart
The ending once again, the start
The ever spinning wheel.

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The Dream

These days are long 
And I live them twice as hard, half as strong
Her fast, wrongful stare, her false tears, glass streams, reflecting, coldly mirroring last dreams. 
A cold lie, my roaring conscience cries, screams. 

These days are grey
Still we squint and stare and lead them all astray.
Tanned as tar and lead, the malice traces 
lines we carved ourselves in our own faces. 
Her stifled cry, alive our burning pulse, 
Races

These days are cruel
But the wretched fall too far to feel renewal
They'd falter, fear the end of their narration, drowned in waves of false emancipation.
Our painted skies, disguise the tears of a blind Nation. 

These days are yours
Yet the yoke still binds you, beaten on all fours
Dead between the waist and what was wasted
Dust it seems now all that mouth has tasted
Your tired eyes , betray the fact you never really faced it.

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From Above

The longer this remains
The wider, more acute the chasm.
My rendered heart
Split like axed firewood
Becomes a torrid canyon 
Numbed by disgrace 
Scarified, picked clean by despair 
The walls steepen 
Slippery with sweat
Glistening 
Like my eyes
Though I say nothing 
Though I look on, calm
As one who finds himself
Spectator to a tsunami
From some vantage point 
Too high to hear the water's roar
But close enough to see
The relentless torrent's head
Now thrashing at its base

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Social Tedium

So did your cloak and dagger swaggering self-flatter quite sufficiently?
Did you believe your baseless propaganda mantra would diminish me? 
Or that the instagrammed aggression of your engineered passivity would finish me?
There are no lies remain can yet disguise the truth of your proclivities.
That you've corrupted your own memories, repackaged them as history
Whilst blissfully you stuffed my mouth with words you never heard from me.
Then cynically declare them true for all the watching world to see
And hope in vain that they will mask your narcissistic tendencies. 

I may be flawed but in my heart of hearts I know I'm a good man
And I suppose, I thought despite it all we had a deeper plan? 
But nothing could be further from that ugliest of honest truths.
That in the end nothing I did was ever good enough for you. 
It didn't matter when I told you that I loved you every day. 
The more I tried the harder it became to put a smile upon your face. 
And you can hide behind the lies and fantasise that there were spies in play 
Turn me into what you need so you can throw our life away

Make me bleed it still won't put a stain on the reality. 
The truth remains, I'll say it plain to circumvent your vanity. 
You took the gains and the acclaim of everything you had from me. 
You've lied, decried and paralysed the thing that should have set us free
When something changed you couldn't even bear to be honest with me
You fed the flames and shift the blame but all your hubris can't contain 
The fact that in the end you hated yourself far too much to ever have loved me.

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The Tide

It isn't you, she said
It's me 
And set her fabrication free.  
Revealed that covert expertise
In jubilant solemnity
In the art of feigned, half-flattery.
And yet I look on powerless
still dumbstruck by her vanity
Awestruck by her deftly dealt delivery 
Unstuck witness to the source of the sincerest insincerity.

Without the cause to be discreet
Or doubt, or pause for gritted teeth
But still of course with all those things 
that set the stricken surface glistening, 
things that leave my stomach twisting 
now that I'm no longer listening through 
the blissful mist of misshearing 
the whisperings of her enmity beneath. 

Yet the unmistakeable self-loathing hides behind the bloated boasting.
Dancing dizzy then dragged under by the tide that's still eroding, 
gnawing silent at the sides. 
Once lustrous, impregnable armour now lies turned to salt and oxide, 
and the flesh beneath the tarnished gilt so bruised I barely recognise 
her rusted, warped reflection. 
The mirror in who's crippled waters every smile avoids detection. 
The tattered face in whom i once had worshipped perfect imperfection. 

It isn't true, you said 
and smiled
A smile turned sour by travelled miles
You looked me in the eyes and lied 
And told me how you'd tried. 
How long you'd sought what used to be inside
All dealt like I was deaf and blind, 
oblivious to every sign. 
Perhaps you thought I was content, 
that you were just so damn brilliant that I'd ignore each disrespect, 
each ever-worsening event as long as I could call you mine? 
And just forgive each new pretence, let you sacrifice my confidence 
upon your altar, slowly built, but tinged with haste,
 Sun baked masonry in time replaced 
by gilded misandry and wine. 

So now I'll watch life aping art
Look on as you replace our past. 
Each truce that ever falls apart
Each hopeful glance, each rocky start
Each Bruce that ever breaks your heart
I'll smile a smile that lights the dark
No longer just another mark 
And live and love and talk and work
And spread my roots deep in the earth
Bathe in its loyal warmth at last 
Hold high a head that knows it's worth
And line up for the start

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The Ending of the World

The silence between us
Has drowned out the song of what we were
Before the day
That burned a hole into your heart. 

Your voice in the distance
Is fading, I follow as the rain
Rubs out your footprints
And we grow further apart. 

The life that we'd chosen, 
Was real, was no illusion It's the eye
That's really broken, 
Not the picture that it sees.  

And one day the truth will
Yet find you, and you will realise
That you were running 
The wrong way to set you free. 

Though we may have fallen 
Heartbroken, I will not breathe a word
This fight is over 
I have no voice left to be heard. 

Sun breaks the horizon
The mist clears
My last white flag unfurls  
A trace of calm 
Before the ending of the world

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The Process

It isn't strong, It isn't clever
It won't guide you to fairer weather
Won't lead you to clearer water
Or help you better raise our daughter 

See this persona's just a new shoe 
Though it may fit, doesn't mean it suits you
And I remember the songs that formed you 
Brought to tears but never tamed you. 

For you were wild beneath your weakness
And your smile lit up the sky
Deceived my spirit with your sweetness
Made you all my reasons why 

Without you life's a little colder
But like the first leap into a lake
Sometimes the prize for being bolder
Comes as it takes our breath away 

It isn’t wrong, it is forever
Won’t be long before it’s severed
Wasn’t god that put asunder
Was just a lie I laboured under

It’s true my heart’s a little harder
But this new grit just takes me farther
Scales the heights of my endeavour
And leads me to my next adventure.

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A Christmas Sonnet For Sarah

Of all the mornings bless’d in recollection
Though plenty and abundantly of late;
Imbued with sparks of glorious perfection,
Has every daybreak seem’d thereafter every date. 
When sunrise blush’d her cheeks this Christmas, waking
A part of me feels yet should I have known,
The beauty of your nature’s undertaking
Would render that sweet record overthrown. 
With your first word, ensnared you my senses
spoke then my soul: “Found have I, counterpart”
Breached, has each and every word since, my defences,
But know your last will surely shatter this old heart.
So heed you well, though amateurish this my sonnet!
For’t’s true my conquer’d heart doth love the heart that won it!

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Absence

You put up all your walls 
Surround yourself with solemn stone 
And hope your voice's echo 
makes you feel a little less alone 

Your absinthe tinted eyes
Try bravely to appear fair 
But nothing fey or otherwise 
Dilutes the spirit of despair

You find me in my sleep
This stranger that I knew so well
Entombed with you behind my eyes
With this as heaven, who needs hell.

You're still inside these rooms
I watch you stand at every door
My heart and mind can't reconcile
That you're just not here anymore.