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Frederick Naish Poem
she lay upon the cloud tops
ignorant of her rags
on her back loose feathers
stuffed into a sack
because she shined with silver
he thought she could fly
but those who are born soaring
never needed to try
suits, boots, life impaired
self-contained in a paper bag
he begs for her to love him
burning with a desire
ferocious as a tiger
caged in glass
imprisoned within his fear
the heart won't let her near
Copyright © Frederick Naish | Year Posted 2018
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Frederick Naish Poem
holding onto illusion
trying to make it through.
a broken shard of glass
that cuts you into two
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality
round and down
circles through the mind
lost and bound in purgatory
condemned to reside
this state of delusion
a symptom of confusion
called to the void
dragged down into hell
silent despair
only broke by quiet prayer
seeking salvation
hand of god
ultimate exaltation from above
supreme exhilaration
conveyed in shame
the original sin
impossible to tame
Copyright © Frederick Naish | Year Posted 2018
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Frederick Naish Poem
I miss our innocence
I miss the way we were
our youthful memories
that you don't even remember
I turn to you still beside me
but a needle tears us a mile away
and I wonder
what went wrong
where has youth and freedom gone
we had dreams in stars, ambitions
tell me what went wrong
when I think about time
how it has eaten you from inside
you decay in moments you waste
that I'd do anything to pull it back
to relive and rewind
maybe we all feel the same
looking backwards at things we can not change
looking forwards and only seeing pain
then nothing matters
nothing matters
I want to tell you how I'm lost
that I'm reaching for you in this fog
that I need you more than I could ever show
But I turn to meet your eyes
And I crumble under their ice
nothing's funny
nothing hurts anymore
nothing exists for us
tell me what went wrong
if my screams could reach you
for just a second of your time
just to take a moment
just to make it mine
Copyright © Frederick Naish | Year Posted 2018
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Frederick Naish Poem
the road is long
and the valley is wide
cutting its path through time
littered by what you've left behind
a photo on a shelf
a moment frozen in time
faded memories of self
behind a glassy shine
see places you'll never be
things you'll never see
here on your fancy screen
with each new day
you're slowly rotting away
a mind turned to mush
and a broken crooked spine
is this a dream
is this reality
is this fantasy
on your fancy screen
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in another world you were a big gun
you carried your weight and you won
you tossed a coin and rolled the dice
you got a chance to play in paradise
A wolf amongst sheep you moved
whistling to the tune of a happy mood
now the guns are turning on you
and they won't stop till they're through
the weight can't be left behind
as all but you
is swept away by the tide
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Is memory but a dream
are we all that we seem
are we born again each day
as the old fades away
a photo on a shelf
a moment frozen in time
faded memories of self
behind a glassy shine
see places you'll never be
things you'll never see
here on your fancy screen
with each new day
you're slowly rotting away
a mind turned to mush
and a broken crooked spine
is this a dream
is this reality
is this fantasy
on your fancy screen
Copyright © Frederick Naish | Year Posted 2024
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