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That I could become

Contemplative and reclusive

From that you prevent me, or save me

However, the moods of the moment do take me

That I should go

Where my own thoughts doubt me

From there you shake me, not forsake me

However the moods of light, or dark, invade me

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Iron Scholes

With tacks on his lips

& a clog on the last

Lifetimes filled with memories

As you chose gloves

From your relatives past

The curve of the bend

At the top of the hill

Shoes to mend, bent over

I will him, ever to edge

Towards my cast

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Vales

In that rumbustious hour

Sat in a place founded

On vibrant mounds of desire

An engaging mind to scour

Thoughts gallop unbounded

Through vales of warm undulations

At one with the eternal flower of woman

All flights of fancy sensually resounded

Grounded, to find the definitive proclamations

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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Questioning the Process

An ocean of rampant burning flames

Surging towards mountains & erupting volcanoes

This is the vibrant meditation, driven

An oscillation of madness before calm

Witnessed by the ringing, the constant racket

The head filled with nothing but echoes

Where in an instant peace may settle

Brought on, by the flowers watered fragrance

The day set out, with the hopes of her eternity

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

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First Cigarette

It is that morning

One photograph

Makes me say

It’s Saturday

Time to start writing

To pour out the thoughts

Such as, with all the positive spin

You still find inherent negativity

If someone says: “you can be better”

Does it mean you aren’t already

I thought of how my friend

Spoke of his euphoric vacation

With his family from the past

I could use it, in such a story of the idyll

A spot to aim for if you are feeling down

Yet it is lost; it is gone, left purely as nostalgia

Though even to think of that nothingness

Knowing you never quite reached there

As you take a cup of tea to the bedroom

An offering, that might also disturb her

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links