Frigid notes, pouring down
Caress of sun through dying trees
Sight less eyes
Drifting beneath a lie both
Sonorous and alluring
Forgotten, grounded in summer mourning
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Amid willow and boughs
songs whistling through dead trees
the lies we tell take root
and deep into us they flourish
they bloom and become real
battered
broken
drifting in dreams too often spoken
what i’ve become
what I’ll never be again
but still I cannot forget
what i was, when the journey began
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I’m afraid
afraid that in exposing a personal truth I am in fact exposing those I wish to protect
relationships I wish to safeguard.
Do I write it out of ego
self sabotage or bravery
perhaps bound and determined to spin out
I am tearing myself apart again
She safeguards herself but it’s too late for me
do I now destroy all else in some reckless attempt to win back what was never mine
each time is a roll of loaded dice with Leonard Cohen
one more bet
one more spin of the wheel
this time
this time it’ll be different.
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Music drifts across the room
Great clouds of notes jumbled
Mingling into a storm of minor arpeggios
Thunder of the bass drum
Rolling, a river, a torrent
A voice rising up
Clear of the chaos
Words just out of reach
Sounding like heartbreak
Another voice
And another
A chorus of hearts blood
Pouring across the hard packed earth
Bouncing and trembling
Waves crashing over, into
Then
…..
……
…….
……..
Silence so deafening
Only my blood rushing in my ears
The steady thump of arterial spray
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Stars wheel
The cold leaches in
Overwriting the warmth
As if it never was
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silence
born in the moment
hands the stars
thrust out
cloaked in forces weak and strong
a ballet amidst gravitic waves
spinning on an endless sea
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Come on hot, to leave you cold
Will you endure the horrible weight of my attention
Come on hot, to leave you cold
My worries fraught with tension
I am Lenny and you the bunny
Perhaps it’s best to run.
My insecurities writ in permanence
My words are bound to creep.
I need an unsend button for my life.
Look past it all in patience, I implore
I’m not good at this
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Struck dumb, I stare
Stumble and fall
Same story different verse
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Let love break what time and cold has wrought
Found full measure
And in the breaking bought
A snifter of displeasure
A draught of summer wine
A drunken rhyme written in leisure
Found full flower in memoriam
A foolish man’s yearning
To brave the hedgerows, burning
Looks for safety in her arms
Come away bleeding,
Come away
But broken in the turning
And being broke, to see
The harm, the pain
The learning
Only those broken
Can ever be…
Pelgris 