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This worrying view
Today on earth
Is it the end of life
For all it's worth
An angry sky
Overhead
Cold blues
Atmosphere dead
Clouds of gas
From interstellar space
Stratosphere breached
Alien face
But out of the hue
A face in the clouds
Nebula seeker
Her shroud crowds
This nebulae
Of particle dust
Energy of gas
The seeker com-busts
Angry exchange
In our skies above
Two galactic entities
Hemispherical shove
As the sky quietens
A bright star dares
To reveal its place
As we look up and stare
Calmness oozes
As the seeker sleeps
Gentle rains fall
The sky in tribute weeps
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On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream
I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed
Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear
As I long for her shapes to shadow me near
This short distance between us in natures surround
For soon we will be in clinch on her sacred ground
Whilst all around there are sounds of wildlife lush
It leaves you in marvel as it quietens to a hush
I turn my head in this most dreamy of place
As I capture her beauty that nature has graced
The cooling waters from the pure running stream
Cascades down her body this fluid supreme
Her ebony locks down her body caress
Naked to bare we have no need to undress
On a blanket of tartan we kneel down as I dry
My love, my lady as we look into our eyes
Shaped undulations awaken thoughts in my mind
As I lightly touch my dreams start to unwind
Our adventurous hands now in wandering roam
Amidst the greens and colours in this harvest home
Beneath the blue, two torsos in mix
Feelings of desire have us joined in transfix
Pleasurable movements like soft rolling waves
Cresting in the breeze as we internally crave
Our love heightens in joyous serenade
By the stream beside the meadow, our love displayed
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I am weary of conflict,
arguments battling across
bloodied ground.
The dead
always come back
as ghosts to haunt
the dark arena of sleep.
Life has become defined
by armaments.
I shall find a place
in the lull of an evening
where the wind quietens
into prayers whispered
along leafy avenues
and storms no longer claw
at the stone walls and pillars
of the temple
but become gentle rain
soothing the City
with its long fingers.
There, on the steps,
I shall leave a fragile
offering for you.
If you come, come quickly
for the sky carries
a reddening glow
and the hearts
of many are beginning
to darken with despair.
Chaos is about to enter
the gates of the City.
Meanwhile the mad Emperor
admires his manhood
reflected in a golden urinal.
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The eastern seaboard
Of the United States
As the sisters three
Evil dictates
Population massed
As the floods rise
Lands disappearing
Is the earth in demise
In typical fashion
We fight amongst ourselves
For higher ground
A higher shelf
Woman and children
Allegedly first
Money changes
It's the size of the purse
The frenzy quietens
As the sisters appear
Dressed in death
Many thousands in fear
Families scatter
Trampled under
Human stampede
Bodies asunder
As they slaughter in spree
The government acts
Maybe this time
They will believe the facts
The NORAD Complex
In the Cheyenne Mountain
A solution in discussion
This time, one we can count on
Hidden in it's hangers
Are weapons so great
For these sisters three
Will learn their fate
Around the table
The orders are given
To save our planet
From it's impending midden
Three Kestrel fighters
From a war torn past
Will have on board
A lifeline to cast
On this morning of thought
Our pilots of thee
From our silo's launched
To protect the world from the three
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I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
This worrying view
Today on earth
Is it the end of life
For all it's worth
An angry sky
Overhead
Cold blues
Atmosphere dead
Clouds of gas
From interstellar space
Stratosphere breached
Alien face
But out of the hue
A face in the clouds
Nebula seeker
Her shroud crowds
This nebulae
Of particle dust
Energy of gas
The seeker combusts
Angry exchange
In our skies above
Two galactic entities
Hemispherical shove
As the sky quietens
A bright star dares
To reveal it's place
As we look up and stare
Calmness oozes
As the seeker sleeps
Gentle rains fall
The sky in tribute weeps
.
The moon rises like a vacant memory
In the pitch black skies
That sabotage my mind.
Demons are inside my head
They fill my mind with lies
They tease,
They flaunt,
They float,
They haunt,
They make me want to break the ties.
Darkness closes in on me
Drowning me in blame.
It strips me of my sanity
And fills me full of shame.
I want to hide,
I want to cry,
I want to scream,
I want to die.
This bitterness I feel inside
Is nothing short of hate.
But there’s nothing left
That I can do
But sit around and wait.
Waiting for something better
Or waiting for something worse.
Anything will really do as long as it releases me
From this dreaded curse.
Please help me
Help me forget my pain
Take away my hurt
And let me lead my life.
Fix my broken heart
That stills,
The needs,
That bleeds,
That kills.
Only you.
You can make my pain go away.
Your soft touch melts the barrier around my heart,
Your warm eyes calm the fear in my head.
Your gentle nature quietens my raging soul.
I need you;
To have me,
To hold me,
To help me,
Please help me.
I am weary of conflict,
arguments battling across
bloodied ground.
The dead
always come back
as ghosts to haunt
the dark arena of sleep.
Life becomes defined
by armaments.
I shall find a place
in the lull of an evening
where the wind quietens
into prayers whispered
along leafy avenues
and storms no longer claw
at the stone walls and pillars
of the temple
but become gentle rain
soothing the city
with its long fingers.
There, on the steps,
I shall leave a fragile
offering for you.
If you come, come quickly
for the sky carries
a reddening glow
and the hearts
of many are beginning
to harden.
As darkness descends and the sun bows her glow
Starlings flock in multitude search
To perch and roost as their day is done
Sporadic lights appear all around
As if humans have come to life
Their shadows glance past translucent spaces
Sky diamonds appear through the blackening expanse
As solid surfaces glisten, created by solid deposition
of water vapour from saturated air
The roaring of modern man quietens
As if by magic a sereneness blankets my space
Distant noises allow me to know life is forever there
As i lie absorbing the sounds of silence
My heavy eyes concede to the gravity of tiredness
As i drift into a world of endless open doors
It only hurts until you cry.
The slammed door quietens,
your baby eyes grow old,
in the dark, where no one sees
or cares.
"Life!" She said,
"You blink and it's still there,
waiting for your next move."
'Keep going!" Say’s the shopkeeper,
of your worn-down wares,
and you wonder is he,
a digitally created memory,
your ancestors sewed,
into your dreams.
The bedpan has been warmed.
A nurse throws up into a toilet bowl.
Father comes back,
catches you singing,
in your boxed-in bedroom.
slams your ears.
with wall-busting words.
"Cut!" The Director shouts.
The camera's keep rolling,
A movie now squats,
in an empty room - waiting,
for more directions.
The hurt has crawled back,
into its featherbed,
where mice still nibble
last year’s leftover straw.