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Star Gazer's Dawn



Great dark sky weilding stars
Clouds of light cast blankets
Heaven’s wild midnight brushstroke
Upon the Earth Man lays content
Eye’s wide pools staring
A gaze of ancient mortal questions

He let them free 
Thought caged Butterflies
Dance amongst Comet pathways
Fledgling mind adrift 
In firmament’s endless depth

Tutor of the blind apprentice gnostic
Eyes perceive yet are fooled
Hands outstretched in Cosmos touch
Vast ceiling of scattered Sun’s smiling
Wink across century space
Dying Fire light winking back
Connections of elemental brotherhood speak
Voice without language
Crossing the Desert without vector

Vespertine prostratus wakes
Back aches from damp grass beds
Earthly wind born sway
Bathed in Moon’s wan light
Dance until the morn’s dawn bringer
Cockerel stirring rousing singers

The Man stands up
Dazed in confusion of lunar radiance
World of colour washing silver shadowed sight
Water to toast the day
A humble thank you to the Night

©David Nickle Read
2014

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Lucid Dream Ink


A dream in tune with waking world,
meanings grasp conscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned,
beautifully poised and perfectly timed.

Lucid dreamer weaving webs,
create rising tide that never ebbs,
perihelion pendulum swung medallion,
riding thought speed's unbroken stallion.

All the while the rising tide grows,
does atmosphere expand does water overflow,
brain makes madness meandering call,
beckoning stars to earth they slowly fall.

Full lotus seated at Everest peak,
three eye's sight voice of mind to speak,
conducting planet's orchestral symphony,
nature moves to wave of hands rhapsody.

Awake in tune with sleeping world,
meanings grasp unconscious unfurled,
alive alliteration aligned again,
pen poised perfection safe from meaningless ink stain.

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Understar Understand



Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a sun's call from a hundred light years distant
Feeling crosses dread chasms with invisible bridges having no descriptive language to flaw their being
Under stars knowing by being under stars
Become my brothers outside of time's fantasy born gasp
My eyes know you over centuries in microseconds
Depth forgotten I reach out to hold you in my palms
And for a fleeting heartbeat's moment I hold a universe in my arms
Nails scratching a ceiling of light
The earth beneath me rises to a firmament's elemental haven
Drawn to sky alive
Laying inside the space between
Brink of countless worlds
Mirrored on grass by ancient paths
By fire cast by fire's hand
Kalimba tones underline music's word of finger etched peace
White flower in fields of midnight silver
Glowing through memory screaming parallel truths
Searching through countless lifetimes for bridges
A path to close the gap
I found it in the mirror's face
Dark lakes of highland dreams touching skin to a traveling gleam
Still pools on ancient roads holding timeless light 
Reached out again for star's caress
Soul communication's shout 
You are the bridges
Minds of walking life
Our transience quantified
By wandering stars

©David Nickle Read
2014

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The Other Dead Metaphor


Locked within godless rooms
Sealed in vaults of megre immagination
Can you hear the words?

It’s not enough
Unable to grasp metaphor
They wither

Minds mirror plastic flowers
Lifeless without growth
Petals lacking vital scent

Too many wild verses;
Lay trapped within closed minds
A scripture’s message naught 
but bones of righteous intent

They cannot see past black & White
The visions a pen can paint for thought
Lost within preconception

Beauty flounders in dogma’s grasp
Between the lines;
Forgotten ashes
The day metaphor died

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Native British Rant



Politicians abandon native life,
Trouble rising,
Broken lands civil strife.

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God Bottle


Darkened room's creeping oil slick walls,
pressing hollow fear trapped breath,
tears falling in shameful streams,
victim's self inflicted dreams,
poison broken bloodshot eyes,
sickly yellow jaundice betraying lies,
hated liquid in false love slips down,
another sorrow's ghost trying to drown,
fire ignites soul deep inside,
deceive myself at dawn's new light,
just to sleep I laying lied, 
in the murky liquid savior hide,
God in a bottle where this lamb died,
here the light inside was weighed,
penitent vomiting black bloods words,
remember I once prayed,
seeing death smeared on my hands,
the day that I was saved.

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We Can But Try


We can but try, our words let fly, with gifted tongues we shouldn't lie,
fork tongued ones have had there fun, time for a change all said and done,
money no longer number one, realize this by just seeing sun, above your face, it shows your place, in true words deed, lives no disgrace, in all this conscious time and space, there is no time or space to cast ink fake, hiding in unconscious states, because of what you stand to make, the right not granted just to take, see siblings eye's the deepest lake, looks to the soul, see's you're not whole, those places inspiration stole, just become another hole, without justice, do them malice, speak of virtue, bring back bliss, when poets wrote of all things light, of all that's under heaven's sight, the noose is getting far to tight, against evil rope that binds we fight, don't still you're tongues fearing what might, gifted people say what's right, push back darkness forward light, for after all, we can but try.

©2013 D.N.Read

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Inside Ink


In the pub reading poetry, 

marking pages with cigarette papers; 

Wandering the voyeur through their dying thoughts.



A Jet sheen Crow perched upon a verse, 

shining black stranger in dreams of ink; 

They publish the soul’s dance.



Naked hearts beating in the baking solar eclipse, 

darkness breathing ancient fire,

searing light from the eye’s glacial halo, 

frozen land of a broken gaze; 

Torturing those expectant.



He can’t always smile, 

love drinks blood from the tap of mercy, 

fooling the jester into ringing bells; 

Herald of the coming treason.



Naked death breathing life into Winter, 

the sap rises, 

banishing imagined demons from the human condition.



All for the dawn of a sleeping phantom’s end, 

where we worship with a smile, 

that which we blindly condemn, 

with eyes of frozen fire; 

Eternally burning memory.





©David Nickle Read 2015
All Rights Reserved By The Author

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Once I Drank


Once I drank,
Know now I don't,
blissful lie,
now I won't.

Once I drank,
know now I can't,
thrice to die,
now I shan't.

Once I drank,
now I see,
life returned,
know now I'm me.

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Apocalypse Art





Sterile ceramic gallery
White room
Every surface seen
White

A lady wearing a suit of grey angles
Stands behind a desk 
Of polished glass

A rubber smile stretches her money moulded face
As people walk through the gallery door
It snaps back into arrogant indifference as they pass

Red lips
A door to teeth contrived
Pretentious
Petulant
Visually pretty
A prophecy

Nausea coaxing words mechanically repeated
Explaining pictures on gallery walls

Grey critics nod their approval
Their herd moves
Feedback buzzing
Hidden speakers prepare another plastic synopsis of art

In a corner of the gallery
Shadowed
Hangs one blank canvas

The critical masses gather
The speakers have nothing more to vomit
Machines sputter confused
Yet there it hangs
Blank

The crowd was forced to think

Then there was blood

Minds no longer realise reaction’s consequence
So long  with orders
Subconscious flashing screen’s slaves

Blood

The woman’s red lips can no longer be seen
Walls no longer white
Pristine glass desk dripping  red
Perfect raindrops of vein release

From the gallery door
One white
Blank
Canvas