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If I Could Split Myself In Two

If I could split myself in two
One half of me I'd give to you,
The other half I'd send away
To be with her like yesterday.
Though it sounds harsh, this I would do
If I could split myself in two.

If I could split myself in two
One half for her, one half for you.
The half for her would win her back
To heal my heart and mend the crack,
To fix me up, made good as new
If I could split myself in two.

If I could split myself in two
The other half would stay with you.
While one half fixes years of tears
The Half with you would have no fears,
Would be devoted, strong and true
If I could split myself in two.

But I am not two, I'm just one man
So I'll swear to love you all I can
If you will take me cracks and all,
Be there to lift me when I fall,
I'll dedicate my life to you
And no longer wish myself in two.

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Why When We Sleep Do We Close Out the Dark?

Why when we sleep do we close out the darkness,
Which comes creeping and crawling within?
Still it finds it's way into our conscious,
Which fades as the daylight grows dim.

We close ourselves off from the nighttime,
Behind curtains, blinds, shutters and screens,
As we try to forget the day's time-line,
And surrender ourselves to our dreams.

Surely nighttime is perfect for sleeping,
When it's dark outside and in our heads,
As slowly that dream-state comes creeping,
While we're tucked up at home in our beds.

It should be the daytime we close out,
We can't sleep while we're facing the light,
Since surely the sun leaves a dream-drought,
So the best time to sleep is at night.

So for all who rise late in the daytime,
And for those who will rise with the lark,
The question I leave you in this rhyme;
Why when we sleep do we close out the dark?

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Elvish Love Poem

Melamin
Arwenamin
Amin naa lle nai
Amin naa tualle
Mela en coiamin
Vanimle sila tiri
Tenna tulre
Quel kaima
Amin mela lle

My love,
My lady.
I am yours to command,
I am your servant. 
Love of my life,
Your beauty shines bright. 
Until tomorrow,
Sleep well,
I love you.

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The Little Sky-Fall Man (Part 1)

He fell one stormy midnight clear,
His feet upon his head,
He deaf of mouth and blind of ear,
All purple, green and red.

He dined politely on a rose,
Then with a speckled hen,
He quickly drew himself a nose,
And put it on again.

He paid the hen all shiny pound,
Then gave his ear a flick,
A tiny thought leapt to the ground,
And scurried up a stick.

"Hello there little sky-fall man,
A bildog, blain and ned.
I live inside your gumble mind,
That's right, inside your head".

"My name is wonder where and how
And who and what and why,
And what you're wondering right now?
How fell you from the sky?"

Down trouble eye our little man
Shed single Silver tear,
As off to forge some further plan,
Thought flew back down his ear.

So down he stood and set he off
To answer up his quest,
His head puffed out, his feet aloft
And walking on his chest.

He walked through woods where gilbroks played
Upon the purple moss,
With trees all trunked of plasticine
And leaved with candy floss.

For three long days but not so long
He walked on through the wood,
Until he heard a silver song
that tickled 'neath his hood.

The song it came from purple rock
Amid the Numbum trees,
Upon the rock, the Dandy-dock
Sat singing to the bees.

"All hail the Dandy," our friend cried
Before the purple stone,
"Hello there!" Dandy-dock replied
"My haven't how you've grown!"

"I am afraid I cannot help"
The Dandy softly groaned,
"You must search out the Bollynelp
Near the lake of Sollynoad"

So off he trekked to find the stream
That led out to the lake,
Across the lands of pink ice-cream
And plains of chocolate cake.

The stream ran on and skipped and played,
And sang it's tales of old,
But in the lake the waters stayed,
All tinged with green and gold.

High in a tree beside the shore
The Bollynelp sat chatting,
He talked a little then some more
Of chalk and cheese and matting.

"I'm sorry," called this strange old bird
To our hero down below,
"A quest like yours I've never heard
But the Dumble dog will know"

"The Dumble dog I'm sure you'll see
Upon that distant beach
Where our fine land does cease to be
And the jelly ocean's reach"

He thanked the Bolly with a sigh
And turned towards the shore,
And off he walked, still feet held high,
And chest upon the floor.

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A Pair of Two Line Poems

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If you rise above your station,
You'll never catch that subway train.

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Post-Apocalyptic Blues

Has Granny gone batty?
She tells us of love,
Of flowers and trees  
And a thing called a ‘dove’.
But none of these things exist now today,
Since the world heated up
And the lakes turned to clay.
The deserts are barren
Around our estate,
It’s a fight for survival,
A fight against fate.
We hear England’s legends
Of a pleasant green land
But the truth that we’ve known
Is just mountains of sand.
It is said it was greed,
A disdain for the Earth,
That robbed this poor planet
Of its greatness and worth.
We hear these old stories
And yearn for those days
Where living was easy
Beneath the Sun’s rays,
We starve now and bake
If we venture outside
And they claim again oxygen
Prices will rise.
We fight for survival,
We fight just to live,
We fight and we fight,
There’s no love left to give.
Perhaps Granny is batty
With the things that she tells
Through a longing for legend
Of fresh water wells.
Or perhaps it’s a memory
That she holds so dear;
Yes – I see now the truth
In her lone dusty tear.

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A Cheeky Little Ode To You, My Love

My love you are far
Much hotter than stars,
Your beauty brings light to my 
life.
I really can't wait
For that wonderous date
When you finally become my 
wife.

My mind has been blown
By the love that you've shown,
If only I'd known from the 
start.
It's always been you,
But I never knew
That your feelings matched 
those of my heart.

Now I think I need 
to follow your lead 
and head back to bed for a 
while. 
When we both wake up next 
we can send loads of texts 
'bout our dreams that dissolve 
all those miles.

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Those Eyes

What beauty in this angel's eyes,
so bright, so deep, so full of life.
It is not safe to comprehend,
This mortal's words can't justify.
One look was all it ever took,
For you to ensnare both heart and soul,
And make your slave, this lowly man,
This shell whose blood can't course alone.
Those eyes, those eyes,
Still haunt my every waking dream,
I see them ever in my mind,
And know that both my heart and soul,
Are locked in them for ever more.
Oh angel's eyes, oh angel mine,
How deeply can i truly fall?
I was lost soon as you left the skies,
lost in the beauty of those eyes.

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An Imitation of Art.

Two golden souls, star-crossed and torn apart,
Must be there lies a curse upon this heart,
For love, and love returned that can't remain
Has left it but a beating, broken frame.
To touch your skin so soft as satin sheets,
Your eyes through which your soul, my own soul meets,
A kiss upon those lips that haunt my dreams
I long to place, but will no more it seems.
Who would believe 'The Bard' could prophesy
Sweet love so doomed as that of you and I,
Two double centuries before we learn
That true Verona sits above the Tern.
Yet still this fractured heart cries out for you
My Capulet, with love, your Montague.

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A Thousand Days of Love

Tonight I sit and reminisce.
Travelling back through hosts of memories,
Remembering our firsts. 

The first time I saw your face;
When all the world receded,
And the clamour around me
Was silenced by your eyes.

I recall the racing of my heart,
And the tremor of nerves before
That first all night phone call,
Where we talked as friends long lost,
Or more, as lovers reunited.

When hours passed as fleeting moments
And we shared our secrets 
As memories reminded.
I remember the dawn that morning;
The palest glow creeping through curtains 
And your voice, more natural to me than breath.

Time has taken wing;
These memories made
Remain fresh 
And clear as mountain streams,
Not faded by the passing of hours, months and years. 

But why tonight of all
Do I recall these firsts, my dearest?
It is because tonight I prepare 
For just one more. 
As I look towards our years to come,
I give thanks to you
My soul, my heart, 
For finding me, and for our first
One thousand days of love.