Sunday, September 14, 2014

Summer of '81

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She lay in the dark, waiting for the house to fall silent
before sneaking out her window, down the road
to the grand old double storey.  Listening to the whispering pine trees
that surround the house, her bare feet pad across the wooden porch
to the very last window at the end.

She stopped, looking at the window she knew would be open,
at the softly billowing curtains waving her in and to the bed beyond,
glowing white in the silver full moon.

She slipped through the window towards the motionless figure watching her,
his chest bare, legs tangled in sheets, and he said “I knew you would come...”.

His eyes slowly trawled her body, a shockwave of desire rushing over her skin
that licked the new-found awareness of her senses into an driving need
that drew him to her and while the stars passed overhead, they left the night behind.

Then the turning stars in the sky left them with the falling leaves
of these endless summer nights that they lived with abandon
in the light of the moon and the whispering trees,
who’s needles remain forever, in the dying yellowing surround.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Butterflies and Owls

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She slides her hand into the back pocket of her blue jeans,
feels something, pulls out a green wrapper from a piece of gum,
she frowns, recalling the hand that had placed it there,
deep in thought she slowly walks on…
In the warm breeze at dusk, she stretches out on the lawn,
staring up at a sky of colours that swirl and merge in hypnotic patterns,
when a pair of butterflies hover over her for the briefest of moments,
before drifting into the blackening sky, leaving whispers in the wind.
But it’s the hooting of the owl who shares his presence with her soul,
who dives in with a silent rush of air, when her whispers revealed a powerful draw
towards a hollow void of destruction she was unable and unwilling to stop,
and he swoops her from the edge of her private hell, while her future plays in his eyes.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Chess Pieces Have Fallen

There’s a warm air blowing through the windows,
cobwebs tear free and drift away into the silver nightscape
of the realm of the full moon.
A boldness has infused in my step, in my veins a steady pulsing
that seeks pursuits borne of thrills and exhilaration
at the sharp edge of a fatal divide.
The chess pieces have fallen, pieces of a torn photograph
lie amongst the shards of a bloodstained memory
that collapses into a permanent darkness.
Old fears have lost their power, at rest the guilt not mine to bear,
the coat of self-protection floats away in muddy waters
and my true self steadily rises in the dawn of my release...

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Puppet Master and the Puppet

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I need the escape from repression,
disguised as a choker that slowly strangles
as it wields control over behaviour
deemed unacceptable in his eyes,
all the while rewarding my performance
when this puppet dances to the strings
of the puppet master, you.

Thursday, September 4, 2014


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Restless creeps through my bones with stealth and sharp nails, rippling a path of discomfort I rub off on you, and my jaw is clenched, my muscles keep flexing, I pace through the house with an edge that pushes you away and I can retreat into my inner silence that will give me room to breathe...

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

...with love

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The smiling moon has taken my hand
and is guiding me as it grows,
filling me with its clarity
that burns my fears to ashes,
in dreams that belong to me alone.
The stars are laid out
like cat’s eyes on a highway,
to where the sand kisses the water
and my spirit can fly free.
I stretch out on the glowing sand
feel your presence heat my skin,
I take your essence into mine,
and with love, wish the world a goodbye.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

What Tomorrow Brings

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 It was the whisper of a thought without form
that emerged from the shadows,
skimming your subconscious,
waiting for you to see and accept it in your soul.
At first sight you tossed it in the corner
faster than a bolt of lightning
as it burned your hand and your heart
 with the truth you’ve been hiding
from yourself all this time.
While the clock kept on ticking,
it lay smouldering,
waiting for your breath of courage
to take it, own it and
breathe life into it...
...and on the sunrise of a certain morning
you knew the time was right
to follow the thread of possibility
that had stretched and grown
and you loath to close
the opening doors
to a daunting unknown tomorrow.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Edge

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There will always be that something that you will seek,
that you will search for, that keeps chasing you in your dreams.
A nagging little hunger, a restlessness, a need to move and do,
to chase an exhilaration, face fear after fear,
stare the devil in the face with a defiant grin on your face,
before returning to the point of equilibrium,
as you retreat back to the edge of the ledge
and you wait for your next victim.