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Rohan Moran Poem
Hug him,
Comfort him,
Nurture him,
Her guise a sweet yet cunning ruse.
Break him,
Twist him,
Ruin him,
She was my fathers own to choose.
Hold him,
Calm him,
Kiss him,
A joyless game to play.
Drown him,
Choke him,
Smother him,
I almost died that day.
Breath taking,
Promise making,
Seraphim,
Two minds two worlds apart,
Soul faking,
Heart raking,
Psychopath,
I saw this from the start..
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Rohan Moran Poem
A silhouette cavalcade
Stretches back into the darkness
As the wind creates daunting figures to toy with my eyes
Moonlight gleams and caresses them
Basking the tree's in a steely mirage
Jealous of their sisters green hue's they creak and moan
Tormented by this parody of day
Yearning for the sun
The nocturnal choir echoes across this landscape
Ironically soothing in their distress
The moon rests behind a cloud
Darkness eclipses all
No more figures taunt my gaze,
Yet the voices of the choir disperse
Free without their gleaming conductor
My ears are now betray me,
"Creak"
"Snap"
My heart races
As i search for a familiarity
A friend in the black
The moon recovered peaks from behind its cloud
Basking the true way home in its effortless yet arrogant glow
For he hides the truth in that boyish smile of his
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Rohan Moran Poem
Every night,
Down this road I walk,
Clairvoyant in perpetual insomnia,
Pencil etches of truth and fantasy,
Criss-cross my vision,
Fourteen cups of 5am coffee,
Still no closer to reality,
A solitary car passes me,
Like consciousness,
Through my net like mind,
It escapes me,
Streetlights of piteous constraint,
Revealing nothing more,
Yet revel in what they supposedly divulge,
Like pretentious picture frames
Puddles coat the road in truth,
Like any other mirror,
Mocking,
Criticising the insecure,
Haunting the Vain,
Yet my only friend,
Hides the false and only speaks fact
The joy of truth,
Revealed from a fragile mind,
Solitude.
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What can you really find at the end of that path,
Does your shallow speculation, rendered from some painful altercation
Drive you forward into that abyss of self discovery that pulses deep within the soul,
A casual walk down memory lane to find a source to blame,
An ink blot on your pristine white, A scar?
Can you really pluck a feather from your plume free of doubt or consequences
No.
I spent a life inside my head, perpetual existence incarnate,
Not quite sane or insane, but a beautiful state of consciousness.
Where what you seek leads you on with a coy smile,
But always just out of reach,
I'm just a boy who walks everywhere,
I'm just a boy who wants answers,
Or perhaps someone in the world to blame except that damn reflection,
Nightmares shroud the dream-lit sky, as that candle you grasp flutters close to extinction in that chilly remorseful breeze,
There is no singularity, blemish or nor spot to prick,
Ouroboros is all i find in me.
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Awoken by the sun's bold kiss through parted curtains
Softly caressing away those last memories of nocturnal fantasy
As my eyes meet her gaze
The world unfurls like crumbled paper in a light breeze,
Mornings like children at play
Innocent and content..
Everything silver-lined..
That bird of hope held in his eager palms
Let free to meet another morning soul.
Mother Sun holds him tight to her breast
Safe from adolescence,
For the unfurling paper,
Far from innocent,
Makes the boy grow distant from his mother's solace
And follow his sibling days away...
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Inspiration strikes,
Perspiration rife,
Takes a hold,
Yearning for footing.
Unexpected muse,
Self reflective tools,
She helps bring,
Healing and focus.
Charismatic tongue,
An automatic lunge,
From my minds eye,
To her purt lips.
I forgot a part of her,
Yet,
She knows a part of me,
Connected,
More so now than ever.
Thank you is,
Wasted verbiage,
I owe you though,
Gartered lineage.
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Rohan Moran Poem
From beaming yellow,
To violent red,
Skin peels like the pages of a book of some unloved fate,
Groaning under the flow of the mistimed shower,
Both optimistic and naive,
Grass blades pierce like shards of shimmering glass,
As i lay.
The humm of a hidden chorus in the green soothes my wounds,
Performers flee,
Twisting and darting away from nothing it seems,
Only to find the red over and over,
Feet like a drum-line..
A wry little smile cracks in the irony,
For here i shall stay.
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Red,
Brown,
Gunned down,
A manchine ceased to be
Oxidised
Realised
Brutalised
Catharsis empathised
Our fate it seemed to be
Hopeful
Fruitless
Helpfull
Useless
Your minds bent eye sees me
I lie here shunned
Yearning
Turned
To dust as you do sleep
But one man sees me
Joyful
Insightful
Ecstatic for my bones
Use is deemed
Beyond whats seemed
From rusted parts and skin
Inside what counts
Is what amounts
To what comes from within
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She,
The one that no-one else can be,
Nor hope to be with,
My solitude and earthly muse,
Her love like sweet poison,
Nicotine to my soul,
An addiction that I cannot nor want to break,
Omnipotent, Omnipresent
Her love though ambiguous to all but one,
Under her spell I will not nor ever need
Anything more than she
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I see you there,
Across from me,
In a corner people's eyes seldom reach,
Two jaundice yellow globes part a matted sheet,
A patchwork tapestry of deception and despair,
Woven from a lonely soul,
I walk to you,
Driven by your fearless smile,
Yet daunted by your hollow stare,
"Spare some change for the train Sir?"
The train I fear follows a different line,
As the tracks run up his bony arms,
Pity sets in with the sound of falling coins,
On a cracked concrete floor
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