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AWAKENINGStarman, Rainman, The Dreamer and me,All went down the Esplanade,To share a brew of Tea.I was hoping She would be there,But to my dismay,Only us four were walking,Along this way.Starman, he flew quickly,And burnt a firery light,Rainman stomped into the dust,Until we felt alright.The Dreamer and I lagged behind,Thinking as we often do,When suddenly the moon turned full,A marbled misty blue.Starman flew off to investigate,Rainman grumbled too,The Dreamer woke me with a start,The clock says half past two.Yep..... love writing poetry. My other passion is riding my motorcycle. If you are ever on the roads here in Oz...... wave as I go by .... hahaha | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I've felt your warmth,inhaled your wild scent.I've seen you at your most gorgeous,your presence drives my intent.Today I have only glimpsed you;a tantalising, teasing sign.My imagination turns my heart,I'm anticipating you being mine.I'm sure this feeling's very wrong;my soft words easily wash away.Has reality turned your heart,did daylight help push me away?Was it all a dream;a fun, 'safe', sexual flirt?Do we ignore passion's call,or risk our love for hurt?I see you with my eyes closed,how is it you haunt my head?All we've done is simply talk;yet your body warms my bed.Oh sweet laughing girl,does my life simply blind my eyes?Are you as gorgeous as my minds eye,or does solitude tell me lies?It is a kind of dreaming,those memories past I miss,Like bathing in a rainbows light,and passions sultry kiss.XXX Can I fit another in? hmmm i'll see..... THE TURNING OF THE DARK Staring straight, soulful in mine eye of stone, Passing flailing steadfast angels, past memories that have gone. Has your soul a heart felt fire, burning with your guilt. Are there demon fashioning castle walls thick with faeces' silt.? The flame splutteres by the virgin tears, that I no longer cry, Opaque bridal bouquet, feel the rage placing Satan within my eye. Friends shoulders that were wet with tears, slowly turn away, Mine worthy of staying in the dark, distant from the harsh light of day. The strobe rythm of life, only hidden by the sweat and toil, Shoulders of rubber, lost yesterday's lover, shaking from the re-coil. Corpses laying stiffly silent... ah, but only shards are on the floor, Reminding smells burn like turpentine, seek to assault forever more. Time is but a vacuum here, drying contorted demons haunting head, Introverted lethargy, no new friends or lovers, self martyrdom on my bed. Creep on un tethered darkness, bring adversity in your new role, I'm flattened deep with a dreamless sleep, a worn liquescent soul. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Knowing much but using little? Life is fun aye? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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GLOBAL WARMINGHey! I can see a smaller world,It hides behind my screen.Lives within this plastic box,Log in to see what it is I mean.Sure! There's lies,hopes and dreams,People being things they shouldn't,But there are souls with hearts and minds,Speaking where once they couldn't.Communication octopus,Stretching tenteacles across global girth,Alive with electrified suction,Stressing the shrinking size of earth.Across a tranquil sea of blue,Across land of browns reds and greens,So far and yet so near to me,All my neigbors now it seems.Grasp it! Do not forsake the globe,It's dynamic shrinking form,For we humans all our neighbors,No matter what our form.It matters not where our genes are,For we are still "man",Across the life and cyber we meet,Just take my extended hand. |
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