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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


Saturday 1 November 2014

Compartment

Grey and silver sky
Effervescent pink
Beyond the clouds

A body of people
Where one person reads
Of a body of people

Imagine; to say goodbye, in your
Mind; as if no more
Than to place leaves on a bare tree

To think again, dwell on those two
In conversation; almost our friends
The ones we never really knew