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Halo and the Horn

The halo and the horn
To know love,
I gaze upon the night sky,
majestic trails of cosmic colours,
left in the wake of the spiralling comets.
In perfect harmony they rolled through the heavens,
a symphony of blazing lights,
inspiring the cold hearted, 
bringing life to the lifeless.
The journey
Of those comets,
hope, happiness, sadness and despair.
They sailed alone,
there paths so close,
Yet galaxies away.
pulled together 
by the gravity of celestial bodies around them
both orbiting similar paths,
mirroring each other,
Until the connection...
There lines were to cross.
Like words written long ago
the halo and the horn will be one.
Now the path was laid,
the collision close,
many to be present.
The son in the sky,
people upon the ground
and mothers everywhere.
In peace they continued ,
Joining as one
Entwined and fixed
Circling round like dragons dancing 
Together in unison they flowed
Eternal and magnificent,
they were gazed upon.
For a life time 
Spent in the heavens
Did neither know happiness 
Until together.

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Gamble It All

Risking our hearts is the reason we are alive, 
But for those who know there hearts will thrive, 
Love is always there for the gamble. 
The walk across the dance floor and it only took a glance,
For the woman with the beauty to lock him in her trance.
Now the gent with the grin if only he knew, 
The trouble he was in from the love that was so new.
He fought what was clear and what he knows,
Fear had hold because of the highs and lows.
His wing man wobbles his head,
For he needed to realise that he wasn't dead.
The night came to and end and was done, 
And his mate reminded him that he had won.
Her intentions were clear, direct like a dart,
His femme fatale had captured his heart.
At least he knows now the chance on his heart wasn't a gamble at all.

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Reconnected

The sound of the drum echoes throughout the chamber of flesh,
Bang, bang then the whoosh of the blood that boils the pressure,
Slowly the beads form and cascade off the temple, then drip.
The tools that mold, lose form until a gentle breeze cools them,
It is then the portal opens, for a second the light blinds,
Witnessing the aurora of a true celestial body captured beauties form.
For it was in that moment, that perfect moment that the drum was held,
The beat stopped, the pressure escaped and the beads evaporated,
It was at that moment the sadness and loneliness halted,
The scared and damage pump filled with the brightest of lights,
And slowly the light gave birth to what once was forgotten,
A heart!
The chamber was empty of emotions, the flesh had forgotten their greatness,
The cold and frost had nearly captured all of his essence,
But now he had never burnt as bright, the cog and pump work in harmony,
This brought about a revelation, the body floated high as it was found,
Emortal and everlasting, the crackle in the air brought the snap of light,
Electric as words leaped back and forth, brought a peace as the two became one,
And the story had just started!

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If I Had

If all I had was...
A heartbeat left to live,
would I waste it?
I would watch my son laugh one last time,
I would hold my beloved in one last embrace, 
I would reminisce with my family one last time,
But who knows what I would do?
So I live with a smile,
I live with no judgement,
I live with hope.
I hope that time is not cruel,
I hope that time respects me,
I hope that time is my companion.
For my days...
I will try to make them long, 
I will try to fill them with moments of joy,
And I will try to fill them with love.
If all I had was...
A heartbeat left to live,
I would live in that moment forever.

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Desperation

Watching from the window 
fun and frolics in the room.
The intoxicated princess,
trying, making the moves.
Her prince...
so reluctant to commit.
Friends interrupt
to a slient room.
A tantrum and a fall,
gestures and glances
telling this teary tale.
The pledge and the plea
echo's...
Then the prince walks,
the princess now turned to the pauper
begging, plea in, wanting.
Rivers filled with anticipation,
as the prince leaves 
leaving a single echo
WHY!

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A Chance Meeting

Worlds apart, yet we stand together
crossing paths today, an hopefully forever.
Our eyes meet.... a twist of fate,
that look is forever, 
only time before our first date.
Now together, my heart flickers a light
Yet still conflicted... is it worth the fight?
Did your heart see? What was yet to be,
Deep within my eyes,
I think you saw the surprise.
The winding path we begin to walk,
Hand in hand we start to talk.
Now we are both together,
Both hoping its forever.
I started out by thinking about tradition,
My next thought was..... 
Asking for permission?
Walking the path at a steady pace, 
happiness has given me a smile on my face.
That simple date, which turned to fate,
Now we're twide together with no other,
forever now my only lover!

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Despair

Lying in bed, with a thousand thoughts.
The room is pitch black and quite, 
Knowing where everything is, but not my place in it.
My head is spinning, turning, shaking
needing to write, yet.... what words to write down.
Feeling sorry for myself with no reason too,
I walked this path and arrived here prematurely.
Staring at the floor, sealing and four walls, 
now confined to a room which once was a shrine.
All i feel now is lonely,
What will aleave my toil?
The reflection has morphed,
a broken man glances back.
A pile on the floor,
a picture on the wall,
a boy sitting in the centre,
Where are my feelings where is my soul?
Sitting in the darkness,
I am COLD!

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Two Minds

How to see the beauty,
You see through eyes that are not open.
A world so bright and colourful,
Yet with no lights, you see no hope.
The moonlight fills the air,
Now the darkness can take the night.
There's a beacon in the distance,
Which poses the question, where do we stay?
The beauty and the light
Or
The darkness and the night?

Waking with thoughts,
Your ideas are torture.
I write to clear my mind,
You punish yourself with ideals and what ifs.
I clear the landscape to find the new,
Your neglecting each side of the tale.
The horizon is clear,
Conflict is there.
So to clear my mind, should I
Speak up and fight
Or
Be open to what's right?

Smells tease my senses,
Whilst walking the same path?
New beginnings and wonder everywhere,
Blinded, confused and full of torment.
I see smiles and laughter fills my ears,
Noisy distractions for a filled mind.
With both sides within my head, do I
Stop in fear
Or
Let my fears become clear!

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Gesture

Hate, Hate, Hate
Thats a disapproving look, 
a scowl,
a nod of the head, 
with anger behind the eyes.
So why looking back
with a sigh on my lips,
a tilted head
and a river of emotions
in my heart
do i...
hold back
from speaking the truth?

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Waiting 4 the Box

Four legs and a plank of wood,
soft springs and metal rings, 
lay lonely confused in thought!
Mood so low,
Walls closing in;
so uncomfy, so tense, so lonely.
Locked alone;
Window open, breeze blowing through,
cold is coming, chill is setting in.
Darkness falls
The blanket is pulled;
blood starts to warm,the wood...
No longer so frosty
till...
The curtain falls
Moonlight shining through
the cold remains,
Room blue in reflection.
Time passes, blood turns blue.
The legs they are gone,
the door begins to close.
From the start in the womb, 
to resting in the tomb.
Death is waiting!