do you have to know
a language,to understand
a song.heartache in the loss.
sadness inside melancholy.
love,within the light,
reverberates. nature’s echo
ripples over the landscape
of unspoken trace memory.
inside each raindrop life’s river
runs.the stag hears below
the heather.below the ground.
below all sound.blood pumps
within everything.inside every
flower that blooms — shoots —
the newborn song of life.
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for as long as memory,
i have stared at the
exit. a glow-worm radiant, switched
off and on
in mind. it comforts me.
calming my thoughts, scorching
past the c r i s s
c r o s s landscape of
the never[mind].
only i hold the key
that opens that final
silent room, inside the box,
inside the house of me.
i lived there,
once, safe. inside that room,
absent of thought,
inner silence
runs as the ice river.
washing over me, subduing, submerging
my tears. i am smothered under
molten earth. in that land, pain
lies down, & sleeps forever,
and all the fractured
pieces lost along the way
reassemble. i radiate onward
outwith the sun. the mirrored river
of life flows on, softening
the embers of the flames
inside the burn.
the soul will finally – be.
in memoriam, i can return.
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I walk towards infinity. how good to
finally be one with all in me. to lie down,
in cool rained grass. to seek no more.
to lay my limbs among the roots
of trees. s t r e t c h i n g o u t the dusk
filled sky. to bleed forth dreams,
into the sap of man. let go, to breathe
to die. death as journey,
the withered path inside. returning.
recognition, under towering oak.
connecting roots, that flow beyond coming spring,
return us to the blood of life. the beating
damp earths soothe.
we whisper memory into the wind,
as overhead, crow flies free,
awakening earths sunrise.
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Light dies untouched..
ebbing away
Darkness seeps
into every thought
each sickly pore
tuneless Memories burn and
Slice at open nerves
Laid seeping bare
by dreams of night
my memories of you
First glimpse unto the last
played back in jarring non sequential time..
Stark images
of warmth and of the sun
scattering in spirals downwards
Unordered
Torn inside the
Final darkened day
Unseen until I stepped inside
and Stopped..
Cold..
love broken sits unseeing
shattering the mirror
still life
as loves curtain gently
blows beyond
and outside streetlights
look on
into the flicker
where all life lives..
Love lost
forever locked inside the
blossoming river inside
the empty silent room
the final Stop..
where I walked in
where love in silence sat and died
where futile impotence
gave birth in me..
I stood incapable
Laid bare
In greyed out emotion
echoing screams inside my mind
that wouldn’t Stop
the questions unto myself
my pleading unto you
unheard..
Anger rising
as silent
shadows swept the room
Were they looking for love too..
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In the dying embers of fading light
Fractal distortions echo and glare
distorted voices painfully overlap
haunted pain-wrenching imagery…
Visions of warped consciousness
fearfully scatter in the periphery
of my Ticking trickling time
that warps and bends
As it drips
gathers useless droplets
and falls in mindless
puddles of pooled lost connections…
Intricate dis-chords shattering the room
broken shards of thought
ungrasped scattering outwith…
Evaporating from touch
as grasping hands reach out
Lost inside the dimming light
of minds once razor sharp
expectant day…
Reductions of thought
lost in severing Pain
tuneless overlays…
Of days and moments fading memories
that once roared and blazed
so clearly
across the sun drenched paths…
Sure footing
Fallen
into Jarring
lessening
unknown
Voiceless twilight…
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How strange to be as one
to know each others soul and the run
of your fingers over me
and now to be so hushingly silently distant
locked trembling in frozen waters
of forgotten memories
We are strangers meeting on
crooked creaking floorboards
unsure and unsound
wary of each step
afraid of ourselves
Naked in the eyes of immortality
dumbstruck
fidgeting eagerly
towards the
exit…
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