Only if it could be said
If I could speak
With a clearer voice
I had a choice, always
But almost always
I was highly excitable
Friday, 7 November 2014
Thursday, 6 November 2014
Best Rest Yet
As if the resonance
Sounds that say
The blood is still filtered
The heart pumps to the brain
& tonight, all that is not forgotten
Can be laid to rest
As if some force or test
Surrounds our rights of way
That why with which we play
Those so dear to us, no fear
Even nearer
Doubt not, we did our best
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
That Time
Draw down the night
In a room of mirrors
Paintings, furniture & lights
Let the lack of sight
Allow freedoms to wander
Free the mind to write
Of all the noises hereabout
Sounds drawn-down, quite
As if the inner world doth shout
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Choice
Why then call it weakness
If it is almost universal
Where was the fork
The road it seems
Is anything but less travelled
Before the bile
Is liberated
Before sick and sour
Soliloquy's take over
Why not call it joyful
Joyful and universal
The fork of joy
Where both roads
Became well travelled
Monday, 3 November 2014
At Least A Billion... & One
Towards the sleep
Who knows of who you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping
I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim reaper at my back
Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first fleet-of-foot past weeping
I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become as the candlelit mourner
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