If I Wrote

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If I wrote – of pleasures only
Words pleasing your sensitive skin
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my name





If I wrote – of hurts & pains
Words cutting short your mundane day
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my traits





If I wrote – through mirrors only
Words revealing the inner self
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my face





If I wrote – for approval only
Words and expectations to match
I would be mocked & branded liar
By those who know my game





So I write not of pleasures only
nor of hurts & pains though true
I shun the broken mirrors &
the race for ratings glory gold

I journeyed to Old London Town

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I journeyed to Old London Town
My journey made out of necessity
To form a new life of innocence
Based on truth & adventure





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey left of righteousness
To meet the skeleton crew
Forfeiting oath & sanity





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey once twice taken
To sing the songs of old
Amidst the shadows aching





I journeyed to Old London Town
A journey of one & three
A journey of one & one less taken
Between the one and me

they spoke of me

By - 
& the men who spoke the loudest
spoke of death, spoke of me





& in my absence men grew louder
became death, became me





& with death and the becoming
they raged as I slept





& in sleep I awaited
the endings of men

Tall Tales of Yesteryear’s

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Tall tales of yesteryear’s
I’ve told them all
& these two fingers raised
a salute
a repentance
a wish
for better things to come
to those that remain





ablaze

Freckles

By - 
freckles 
freckles I say 
freckles I crave 





& your lips I do recall 
so, so, so many years ago 





kissing 
time mattered not 
kissing & more 





freckles, where did you go 
& no more 





no more & no go 
no 
no & on 





one & none 
one & gone & alone & no more 





missing Freckles and all I left behind 
searching then & searching now 
a hapless hack haunted by ghosts returning 





the ancient fire of love scorching 
come back 





come back 
...

An Expression of Gratitude

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An expression of gratitude I present to you:
Picture a tree not fully grown,
Ripped from the earth with little resistance,
Placed upon a floor of twelve men seated,
Space left beneath its greenish branches,
A void I am about to fill: pay attention.





I go about my day gathering spares,
Discarded paper to collate my thoughts,
To express my deepest thanks,
For the reading; and thinking of thoughts.





I go gently into the darkened night,
under a blessed moon and her howling eyes,
I wonder as I wander of possibilities:
the if only, or the only then.





The thoughts thus gathred,
Collected and collated,
I ink on empty papyrus to stack,
Unwrapped under a tree still standing.





An expression of gratitude; a thanks,
From me,
To you,
For reading this; and for being true to you.





∆

when urges bubble

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It is that time of year when urges bubble,
The time of year I urge to clean.
The urge to clean and tidy-up around me,
That world I left to rot - unattended bleed.





I find the empty envelopes in hiding,
The empty poems upon them writ.
Not correspondence yet admitted,
My secrets still kept - abled.





It is that time of year when urges bubble,
When basic nature rules the mind.
It is that time of year when urges bubble,
Unbottled pops and oops alike

mountains ablaze

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As I kiss the mountains ablaze,
My lips turn blue.
As I embrace the fiery rage,
My senses go cold.
I pray to no-one as no-one listens,
I whisper the words of wisdom to the witless.
As I kiss the mountains ablaze,
I find my spirit unheeding

suckers

By -

Three Hundred and Eighty Million years ago
A tree slowly grew
The first erection of planet Earth
Sucking carbon dioxide out of the air
& here we stand
Not knowing which way to turn
Not knowing which way is up
With hope slowly fading
& prayers spoken as if
we were not to blame
for the failings
right there, in front of us

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