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Thinking of You

I sit

The intention to read
But then I hear that blunt sound (it''s beautiful)
And I thought: It''s been a year since I fell in love

And the sun now, like back then
Rises and sets
But now without it''s warm glow...

...Yet another change from a year ago

Is sorrow to be set on me eternally?
Perhaps a smile is called for
As jealousy, hate and bitterness are no longer friends of mine

- Such companions took months to leave

Now, only when knelt before loneliness do I find use for those pictures stored in my attic

Well --- Picture

But one left now

And you, the artist who painted with pastels
Have now fled
Leaving behind a colourless room

And the remaining outline of a picture that could have been

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Untitled- For Terence

I go to bed with troubled sighs,
And hopes of a new tomorrow
That brings your lips, your smile your eyes
And a day with no more sorrow.

The soul rests easy with you in mind
And when night time dreams have ended
I wake with dawn,
Euphoric inside, with a heart that’s newly mended.

And I forever in your debt
For you have shown that love can be
When all that’s left is zealous regret,
It’s you who made the blind eyes see.

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In the Garden

Fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push the panels forward, and venture onward
Pull them back, and leave behind

Like a woodpecker pecked cloth spread across the atmosphere
A permeable shelter of green does cover the cobble below
The darks and the lights of the jades and the emeralds
Add shimmer and flatness to this world of calm

Suspended from somewhere, someplace above
Hang scattered hues of violet
Almost candy floss like
Breaking up and breaking through the veil of green

Clusters of red also
Climbing up, up
Reaching towards the skies
Though forever trapped within their own dwelling 

Observe, the kaleidoscope of colours



And then, once more, the fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push the panels forward - and venture onward
Pull them back - and leave behind…

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Norma

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Goodbye said that man with the unusually large glasses
Good bye he says in that song
I wonder how long
Did you lie there alone?
Did you end your life
The way you were born?
Naked and crying
Or were you wearing that dress
The one you made famous
In that movie
The seven year something

That’s how we all remember you now
Not for the real person you were
Only for the blonde show pony you became
Even your name
Didn’t shed any light on
The truth about you

I wonder if we will ever know
What actually happened?
How you lived, how you died
They say that they tried
To find out the truth
But we all know that it was swept under the rug
“She died by her own hand” the media said
Found lifeless on the floor
But you were murdered
We are all sure
Of it, and no one
Not the government or the press
Will ever convince us
Of anything less!

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A Little Less Bright Now

-Silence… … (Everywhere)
Colours are not colours today
Only dark shadows appear
Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world
A dark day is today-

(READ SLOW)

I arrive at the house of the bearded man
Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends
But today I must visit him

I must!

I push the wooden doors forward
They are thick and heavy
I use two hands
The day is wet
The wood is damp.

My thin black sole hits the marble floor
Like a perfect ice cube
It is cold and smooth.
My feet move one in front of the other
I am walking (I don’t know how)

Empty
The building and I
Echoing footsteps
Echoing breath

A forest of pews lay before me
Brown, old and cracked
It is a long walk
But I reach the end of the forest
And I sit

I am uncomfortable
I am alone

I stare at a long box in front of me
A box with chrome handles on the side
It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday

Such boxes are filled with surprises
But not this box

No – not this box


In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains

I watch as it disappears

It is gone

The box is gone

You are gone…

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And That's What Hurts

Not willing, or wanting
Not caring

You couldn’t be!
If you DID then you would
But you don’t, so you can’t be

Blinded by pain perhaps?!
But an excuse is only an excuse for so long
And it HAS been so long!

Yet still you do not see
What you should see
Not only do you not see
You WON'T see

That is the true travesty of it all
The fact that you refuse
Even though you could
You have made up your mind that you won’t

Not willing or wanting
Not caring

You couldn’t be!
If you did then you would
But you don’t, so you can’t be

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The Wonder of Leo Wright

I read the words of a man
And I wondered...

Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed

How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him

I read the words of a man
And I wondered...

If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most

And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?

Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend

... ...I wonder.

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A Question

Are we to be reduced to nothing but mere letters on a stone
When our flesh ceases to cover our bones
And our blood ceases to flow?

Are we to be left in this world as nothing but ash?
Remembered by a 'single' generation
Forgotten by all there after?

And in the end...

Would it all be in vain?
Is there an after...after?

Will we live on?
Or is the end, the end?

Only when we cease to live will the answer be known

--- But will it be too late by then?

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A Review

I have been told by some that this poem is very angry and a slap in the face. Please understand that is the point. It is meant to be from another persons point of view.  Words that are indeed harsh but still saying, life throws harshness at us, but you must carry on. Keep that in mind when reading this poem, thank you all for reading my work.
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Like frostbitten limbs lay bare to the ice cold breeze of a winter’s day

- Cold and without feeling are your words.

As the burnt orange autumn leaves that lay half decayed upon the ground

- So too your words fall flat.

Without neither substance nor imagery; these words that my naked eye follow across 
the page.


.....Now lick your wounds and learn from this.