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Fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push them forward, and venture onward
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
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And then, once more, the fuchsia panels
Standing parallel, like soldiers standing to attention
Push them forward - and leave behind…
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We were sitting
In your house by the beach
And you were making us drinks
I think they were strawberry margaritas
I said to you
What kind of man
Drinks strawberry margaritas?
We laughed and laughed
Til we couldn’t laugh anymore
Tears running down our eyes
We shared a night
A perfect night
With some wine and then
We talked til the sun
Came up, and once again
Before I knew it
I had to leave
How can I leave
When all I want to do
Is stay
Here with you
But my man
You’re someone else’s man
And that’s not the kind of man
That I want to want
But I know, I know
That there’s things
In this life
That people can’t help
And darlin’
I can’t help it
I know
That this
Is how it’s supposed to be
And even if the timings wrong
I don’t care
Coz I’ve waited for
Far too long
For someone
Like you to
Make me smile again
The way that you do
Someone like you
There’s always someone
Like you
The one
That someone
That one who got away
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he’ll go riding with the horses
and then cook up some snags
grab some beer for the cricket
wait, here it comes…
HOWZAT!!
loves the tennis and his footy
loves to surf the Byron waves
enjoys a parma at the local
where everyone’s his mate
pumps up Barnsey in his V8
when he’s headed down the street
and even though they’re strangers
still smiles at everyone he meets
loves nothing more than camping
the smell of gum trees in the air
eats vegemite for breakfast
there’s nothing that compares
his home is his castle
his favourite songs True Blue
as dinky di as they come;
he’s an Aussie through and through!
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-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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I turned to my love and said:
I am a Mermaid
A Mermaid? My love replied
You are a woman
No
I am a Mermaid!
OK, I will indulge you
WHY are you a Mermaid?, my love asked
I answered:
A Mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers more than any woman
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You see?
Yes
I see, replied my love
(And then he put his arms around me)
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Deep beneath the flesh and bones; the cage in which my hearts encased
Appears to be cracking - slowly - day by day
No, you can't see it, but i know - and
I can feel it - and
Everytime you say my name... it breaks a
Little more
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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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Damn this feeling! This agonizing emotion that I CAN - NOT get rid of. Don't get me wrong; I'd do anything. I'd give
ANYTHING for you to want me.
Not even love me. Just want me. For you to crave me, the way that
I crave you. Crave, in
Every sense of the word. If only you would. But I fear that this
Love is destined to be felt by me... and me alone.
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Woke up this morning and thought you’d finally left my mind
Then I saw you coming through that door
And my blood started shaking again, inside
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... ...
I’m no better than I was before
If anything, today I’m worse;
In deeper than the day before
Effected more than ever
By this unrequited curse
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My chest-nut coloured Clarinet
My poetry collection
And my Mother's ruby ring;
For you:
I'd give it all
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