Vacate

Do you know how good it feels
To have this day off from work
To sit at the breakfast table without a care

To look out
Onto the still and settled
Trees of Autumn

Faintly wetted
By the drops of morning dew
Gathered from the light mist

Last night you spoke of rising early
To capture the cloud covered valleys
With protruding treetops

Those words chosen, and spoken
On our way to see our friends Kinfolk play
Their music, at the White Hart in Tetford

We drove past the Youth Hostel at Woody's Top
That was the venue for a writers retreat, a few years ago
It is hazy now, the good memories are almost a dream

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Two Packs For Two Pounds

The last one was a Turkish delight
This one is a caramel, such is the chance life
With sale goods, and pre-packed lucky dips

You might have been disappointed
With marzipan, or fruit and nut
But I was ok

Although I must be honest
And tell you that I prefer milk chocolate
But they are in the other pack

And, as of late, in this part of my life
I have been promoting delayed gratification
With a fervour bordering on religion

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St Ives 2005

Months away from the azure
From the lure of the sea
Months away from the spray
The perfume of you to me

Stepping in to shallow waters
To belly board on our knees
In a June of an English summer
The time for doubts to cease

Days there were very lonely
And the nights entirely free
Yet I look back now with love
For it was I, becoming me

Stepping in to the stylish café
Driftwood on shoreline breeze
To the tune of one and another
A life not set, yet o so to increase

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MAPA

He failed
As I’ve failed
To write out the past

He tried
As I’ve tried
Not to use her name

He talked
As I’ve talked
Of the endless longing

He went
As I went
In search of himself

He returned
As I’ve returned
As if as the same man

We both have companions
True love by our sides
Yet still our ego’s battle on

He was
As I was
Unceremoniously dumped

He sort of remembered
As I sort of remember
A steamy passionate affair

He revisited
As I revisited
All those places of lust

He often listened
As I often listen
To the inner voices

He tore
As I tore
With raw anguish

We both have companions
True love by our sides
Yet still our ego’s battle on

He crashed
As I’ve crashed
Towards oblivion

He regained
As I’ve regained
Some of the senses

He laughed
As I’ve laughed
At himself

His search
As my search
Carries on

His doubts
As my doubts
Remain ever doubtful

We both have companions
True love by our sides
Yet still our ego’s battle on

She too, invisible but always apparent
Absent yet with the strongest presence
Driving but never driven, steering
Yet never to reappear

We both had lost lovers
Dystopia’s to re-enact
For which our ego’s battle on

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Inspired by
MAPA
directed by LEÓN SIMINIANI

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What To Do

Pray rest for the restless
Say not what foundation stones to lay
Except that they lay them down themselves

Stay with the expression of good health
There in mind and body and soul
Be not afraid in dark times of stealth
For only without goodness shall we fall

Pray rest for the restless
Say softly “let them have their day”
Except to take responsibility, in their own way

Stay with the hope of new found wealth
There in thoughts and dreams and role
Let them hold the cards they’re dealt
For only with chance might they stand tall

Pray peace for the peaceful
One day peacefulness may return to stay
Except knowing together we will share the way

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