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DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU?

Ain't it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold?
Your eyes have died, your face is made of wood...
Didn't they tell you now of Judas?
Didn't they tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum... if he but could?

The liquid passion in your eyes
sucks me into the vortex of desire
released from its nether depths
we neck in the bubbly aftermath
floating on its ripples like Swans
soaked in goose bumps
listening to our heart's hub dub
receding into blissful sighs

The love once shone pure white,
now forever lost from my sight;
A moment lost, I cannot gain back,
of the carefree innocence we now lack
That hour in time eludes capture,
I go on with a wisp of that wonderful rapture.

He goes to work each morning
often before its light
careful to remember
the things he must get right.

The traffic is often heavy
the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things
to get him through the day.

He goes back home each evening
sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves
and take them to the park.

He feels a little weary
with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep
too tired to save his day.

SONNET FOR ANNE

When young, I thought my life might leave
A history for those to come,
That my descendants could believe
This ancestor was number one

But now, as time and tide combine
To force this Canute from the strand
I see that all I've left behind
Are footprints fading in wet sand.

My life, I fear, no fairytale
No magic carpet to the stars.
No grief, no mourning, as I fail
Just fond farewell from favourite bar

But this I know, and this is true
My life was great, for I had you

bruise the grandstand
this empty bystander
shelters eyes with dirty
groans the ragged
throne

you needle works
are shinning like sharp
teeth artifice

This slight and delicate
fever thats fickle
your fist holding love
like a wanton sickle

slip me your pang
of lacerate
how I love your
words
to medicate
and they cut away the wires
rusted thick like blistered
cures
and you sway in S-curve
smooth

Oh, but doesn't he look good
much better than when last he stood
now within this fine steel box
soon closed by the coffin's locks

Embalmed to preserve the flesh
( of what import that it look fresh ?)
don't the ones who mourn and care
know that he's no longer there ?

Soon to be put in the ground
hermetically sealed all around
isolated beyond any fault
underneath a concrete vault

Into My Arms
I saw myself embraced
In your arms last night,
Twas in my dream
But now I feel
The warmth of the embrace
Let it stay
Come out of those memories to play
For dreams come to die away
But in life
In our arms place
Love alone,
For ever we do trace.

Kiss me again
Kiss me again
Like last night’s dream
I had a fall you know,
Kiss me the same way
During day
As my life
In your softness ebbs away

Not so long ago, the journey of life became hard and difficult.
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.

cry
douse frustrations
agony
in this cascade
wash away cruelties melted
tasks
all this border harvest ache
striking like lightening
the tinderwork heart

how this smoulder
grows
in winters depths
like a phantom howl
let loose within
grey ghost of dream gate trace