Scissors of Love

Underneath the moon
Hold cold hands

Hold hands - tight
Walk barefoot in the sand

Wear tee shirts
Open minds

Walk to the wave’s edge
Talk to tomorrow

Walk, hold bold hands
Warm deep inside

Talk through the moment
On in to the next one

Wear just our imagination
Wishes that we wish

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About Eight

Stalled

Seven tall

Into the set of sun

Stopped

Then dropped

This war my course has run

No one knows 

These words I shout

No one understands

Always doubt

My words about

And no one gives a damn

So let me set it straight

Nothing clever, wait

Let me hesitate

Simply a celebration

Rows of poppies

In a wild garden

About eight; in the evening

A setting sun

In these first few days of summer

A photograph

You smile, we laugh

The light catches all the crinkles

We’ve sprinkled magic dust

On our generations rust

In time to mingle, to be singularly free

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A softer story

The history is of a fainter memory
Faded photographs, dust covered pictures
Tears of happiness
Tears of joy

Tears of tearing apart
And the hurt of innocence
All bundled here together
Safe of de-fragmented memory

The hairs on my arms
Tell a softer story; stroked
By all of those who I have loved
And those who have loved me

For now it is our own skin
That paints the richer pictures
That tells the fairer story
That lives, to give a longer life


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Undressed

Eyes open, eyes closed
Mind woken
Soft spoken sunlight

Warm
Round your bosom breast
I rest my love & all of my possessions

Eyes still, eyes filled
With happy
Tender projections

Smile
You go soft across my lips

Erect on my finger tips, blest my love

A breeze
A whirlwinds whisper
Hair sailed, thinly veiled

Yet o so
My girl
You do touch me

Some test my love
Undressed
Of all my flying colours


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Before

Unseen
Between here
And wherever

Sunlight falls on swaying trees

Bay leaves
She left
Just last summer

Waited there
For the last
Passing cloud

Before she hit the road, before she hit the bottle

Forgotten sounds
And pleasure grounds
And lights there

Fair a plenty

Uncared
She stared
Into every which

And every other way

Prepared only for forgiveness
No other thought as mad
Had she to give

Awash

The melancholic grieve
Yet still even now
So softly we believe

Her kiss quite simply did precede her


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