Direction Not Yet Decided

One side is at peace

One side is a riot

Straight ahead

Lies the pathway to the sea

Down below is sodden earth

Up above is aircraft sky

Straight ahead

I’ve heard the curlew cry

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I Will Not

I woke, with I will not

On the tip of my tongue

Now all that is required

Are the applications:

I will not give up

I will not go on

I will not be silent

I will not be strong

I will not be tearful

I will not be wise

I will not live in fear

I will not wear disguise

I will not be unhappy

I will not simply go along

I will not be timid

I will not, not belong

I will not take care

I will not share the ride

I will not pay the fare

I will not ask for you at my side

I will not wait for tomorrow

I will not lose today

I will not bathe in sorrow

I will not forget how to play

I will not mistreat the parish

I will not lift up the gun

I will not be way too lavish

I will not set out to run

I will not carve without purpose

I will not waste away the time

I will not profit from the purchase

I will not commit the merest crime

I will not be an agnostic

I will not be an arbiter of faith

I will not doubt my belief system

I will not become as stray, or waif

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Shades Of

The shadows sink more slowly

Than ever they did before

The dawn, it no longer gloriously rises

Rather it stumbles across the new morning

The figures, which once danced on the wall

Now stand statuesque, still as stone

The lampshade, which once cast its own likeness

Is now entirely within itself, muted

The long road to the river is monotone

As is the pony’s meadow, and the wilder moor

The dance floor, which once throbbed with urgency

Is well beyond the last waltz, emptied of all lust

The letters, once a treat before the morning rituals

Are no more, nor have they been for a long time

The smile, the bodily gesticulations; energetic, vibrant

Are now hidden from view, a clear avoidance of life

The dangers, once embraced without fears

Are now placed centre stage, to become restrictive

All ideas of ideas, of thoughts, and of movements 

Are closed off, to dismiss the opportunities for change

The dilemma, for to be sure it is a real dilemma

Is how fine a line is the line, between love and hate

How discursive those once so so cohesive forces

How indignant now, of the need to silence the howl

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Intensify

You have gifted me

A deeper depth of darkness

You have made our distance

Ever more distant

As though the void itself

Was insufficient

You have drawn up

The drawbridge

Yet my reflex response

Will be a deeper depth of feeling

Yes, my instinctive reaction

Will be to overcome the difference

Indeed, as though

To enter that void

With my core drill, and sickle

To harvest the new despair

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Waiting For Ever

In the beginning she said No

A two act play, with two players

The acts are thirty years apart

Act 1

No, she said

Oh but please, I asked

Repeated many times over

Repeated many times over 

Eventually she coalesced

Act 2

Again the question is asked

She says nothing

Repeated many times over

Repeated many times over

She never does soften

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