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Ashes

It was in the ebb
And flow of the tide
The gentle waves
And the now gray colour
In the heart -like beat water body 
With the wind gentle 
And the soft rain 
That I placed his ashes
I watched them float
And fly 
And dissolve 
And sink 
Lost in the ebb and flow of the tide.

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My Mothers Undertaker

The hole- so wide and lonely,
Is so unjustifiably small,
I imagine her decay slowly...
The crowd weeps at the door,
But I must not cry-
I am the undertaker.

The service- monotone,
The crowds grieving groans,
The shovel makes my hands ache,
But my heart must not break-
For I am the undertaker.

The rain falls,
And living is a chore,
Meaningless words emerge,
As unknown faces converge,
The many condolences I take,
And the consolidation I must fake-
Because I am the undertaker.

The coffin is lowered,
Dull Petals drifting …
But I must not lose my gripping-
I am the undertaker.

The clouds are gray,
The grass yellow,
My mask cannot stay,
And my tears are mellow,
Because I am the undertaker-
My mothers undertaker.

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Do You Remember

Do you remember the time,
When you would believe what I said?
Now we sit alone,
While you are next to me.
And I ask myself:
What happened to the 'us'
That has now become 'me' and 'you'?
We were companions, 
Yet now we sit alone,
While you are next to me.
Do you remember when we would talk,
Hours would go by without concern. 
Now we wear a watch 
And I ask myself: 
What happened to the seconds
When we were ' just living '?
We used to laugh the clock away,
Now with solemn faces we look at our hands,
While we sit across from eachother.
Do you remember the miles we would walk?
Now we sit isolated on a train
With our shoes on our old feet
And I ask myself :
What happened to those miles,
Were they pointless? 
We were walking towards our future, 
Without any idea we'd turn off on different paths.
Do you remember ?
Please just hold my hand once more
And remember.

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Normal For Me

His eyes untrusting brown
Brows furrowed in permanent frown 
Skin weathered
From the ground he tendered 
And the whiskey goes down.

His unruly dark hair 
Living a life he can’t bare
Heart hardened 
Like the soil he pounded
And the whiskey goes down.

His tanned arms 
Strength running the farms
Frustration heated
From the fire he beat
And the whiskey goes down.

Papa I cry 
And from that name he does shy
He does not look
His shoulders merely shook
As the bottle hides beneath the tree
He doesn’t seem to see 
This is normal for me 
And the whiskey goes down.

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Mr Policeman

Papa’s not here
For we had hunger to fear-
He took his backpack 
And never came back.
Mama’s gone too-
Drunk she got
-nothing I could do 
The money she forgot.
School mister?
Then what about my sisters?
You come knocking,
But all you do is nodding.
You ask me for papa
But I must go make supper,
For I have four siblings 
And the money’s dribbling.
You ask my age 
But it will nothing change
Because, Mr Policeman 
You stand there with your fan
And in my tin home
You must your people phone,
For you must save the day
But I don’t get a say
Because you will eventually separate us
And say that you must 
But Mr policeman 
You don’t understand.
Little Tommy’s only got me left
For he’s completely deaf.
Sarah gets nightmares-
You don’t know our fears.
I had to steal
To cook a meal
For that day I had no work,
I had found Betty in the dirt.
Beaten and bruised,
Broken and abused.
Your uniform had her abused.
You don’t understand our struggle 
Your money provides a bubble.
And you will never understand trouble 
Or the need to fight 
While your blue lights flash bright.

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Figure In the Mist

My path built from nothing 
Mere twine and sticks for constructing 
My path to success 
Leading me to be a figure in the mist.

All alone I built with purpose 
Yet insecure at the surface 
Quickly constructing my road to success 
While my faith fades
Like a figure in the mist.

My path strengthened
By stealing other boards 
And trust dissipates
Like a figure in the mist.

My path to success 
Leaves laughter depressed 
As I love my love in fortune 
And my peace in doom 
For my path was not one for joy
But rather one for title 
As I become a mere figure in the mist.

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Porch Light

It was the only light left
To guide me back home 
Through the darkness.