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Following the Moon
I’ve been running from the lives I’ve left behind. Vagabond orbiting the earth, Following the lonely moon, The one friend I know will be there to the end. There’s more to life than seeing the world, The moon knows that best of all. How I want to teach a dog to swim, Sit and watch Continue reading
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Eye to Eye
This gift of this present. How many blinks and breaths? Just once, let time move slow, but the seconds tick, my heartbeats skip. The moment drifts, with urgent passion in its passing and beauty in its flow. Now, this drifting passing now, where words just aren’t enough. Music gets close, poetry does its best. Only Continue reading
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Like the Back of My Hand
There’s an aura in the place, I know because I’m the one that put it there. The aura is love, I like to think you’ll feel it if you walk through it. Few people know the exact spot they were born, I’m one of the few who does, And I return to the spot often. Continue reading
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Adrift
My tired heart bobbing on the waves At night in the dark between sheets Tangled up like roots Finding spots and scars Naming them as we go Stories fill the silences and close the distances between us And now we’re drifting out over deep water Hurt by the ways she’s different Haunted in the ways Continue reading
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Prime of Her Life
Blossom in the prime of her life Stands out in the meadow Every colour thats ever been For a fleeting moment in the scheme of everything Could I clip you and put you in a vase Trap you crushed in a book I’d keep by my bed Hold your stem in my teeth while I Continue reading
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Concrete Pigeons
Living inside a concrete cube, feeling disconnected and seeking solace on the rooftop. By feeding pigeons, they observe the city being consumed by a sea of grey- the untamed nature of urban life. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 