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Neil Marsden Poem
When I think back in times anew
Consider all in stark review
about those days my Sister
scarred my heart
To recall nights I heard her cry
Whilst I did everything to try
drown out her sense of terror
from my mind
I’d plunge down deep beneath safe sheets
there wait until the ghoul defeats
that child who still worships all
his grimaced mask might say
I wish now I could lock her door
then melt the key to just make sure
those muffling hands could not reach out
to feast upon his Daughters soul again
My trembling arms would draw her near
then somehow overcome all fear
to show her she need never be
afraid of him again
I’d rise up for the chance to try
to stare her demon in the eye
and tell him that her beauty wasn’t
ever his to take
I'd take a gun and aiming high
his filthy brains would wash pure sky
then place the barrel in my mouth
and squeeze
Neil Graham Marsden
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Neil Marsden Poem
I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling
and your mirrors grow tired of that smile,
you will choke on the guilt trip denying you feeling
and drown in seductive style.
May your mascara run at each important moment
could you possibly lose all your hair,
for your looks are now really so unimportant
with your honesty stripped threadbare.
If ever you fall can I please then trip over
the crumpling heap on the floor,
can I tread on your head till the doctor says'dead'
crush your heart in the nearest door.
My darling your mind is a world full of lying
but guess who was fooled in the end,
the one who is best at the art of deceiving
could never have been my friend.
Neil Graham Marsden
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Neil Marsden Poem
You called today on one of your 'Official Visits' to our home
the place where tempers had been silenced
and where passions had been fully spent.
I kissed the lipstick traces on your cup when you had gone.
Throughout your stay I wanted just to hold you,
to tell you that despite all, my hatred was in check
you came to ask when I would surrender our home to you
when I just wanted you to say that I should stay.
Each time I closed the door the clock would taunt me
so soon the chance of such simple actions would be gone.
I walked into our garden, said goodbye to all our plants
I would not see them bloom again this Spring.
I will leave my stain on all things here
to linger on when I am gone.
By chance should your tears ever drench your pillows
just know they are still soaking wet from mine.
For I will soon knock upon my own front door
to enter as a guest, this place now vacuumed of my memory
this special place within my heart where I once roamed
freely, naked in the night.
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Neil Marsden Poem
When our empty world spins silently
black rains will wash the sky
and the sun will shine ferociously
upon seas that have boiled dry.
Those hopes and dreams of yesterday
float lost upon the breeze
and carved out names on summer days
will adorn the fallen trees.
When the Gods outnumber worshippers
whose battles have been done,
It will be too late to ponder then
just exactly what they'd won.
No poets then to scar the page
to tell of loves gone by,
or write those final epitaphs
from inkwells long run dry.
No more will ugly minds disgrace
when the power games have ended,
just Earth back to the Universe
as nature had intended.
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Neil Marsden Poem
Regretably the moment passed,
For one last kiss, the chance expired.
Invisibly your time amassed,
To go beyond all things desired.
Too late I hear those mocking words;
Your opportunity has gone!
Such dreams now seemingly absurd,
Trapped within one haunting song.
If I could have that day once more
instead of waving hands would show,
one long embrace with you explore,
then you could leave and I might go.
No, this was not just one more death
that parted me from every breath,
For your soul so cruelly apprehended,
left behind the long tormented.
Neil Graham Marsden
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