Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Pages of Time

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I hear the voices in my head,
and feel the thrum of their words
pulling open dusty drawers
in the attic of forgotten spaces.
Shivers blaze trails up and down my spine
and a silence weighs me down,
as I see the pictures in my mirror,
cracked, many years ago.
They slam through me,
assigning sin upon forgotten sin
to my bare defenseless soul,
in that moment when time briefly stops.
Seconds, minutes, hours, blaze through my head
leaving carnage in its wake, burning down defenses
etched on my skin by the knife of time,
so why will you not stay forgotten....

Monday, December 29, 2014

Divine Darkness

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 I have that special place, where I can escape to, where I can respond without thinking, where there are no limitations and no bound’ries in belief.

And though this space of freedom exists in the darkness, in the tears of ancient memories that have craved an epitaph in the cold rock face in a distant and silent place, its reflection is not what you’ll see in my soul today.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Give yourself

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The 7th night of the waxing moon,
her heart heard the song
always dancing in her dream,
and she felt the magnetic melody
beat its tune in her veins,
warming her spirit, heating her blood
with a thirst to give herself,
inevitable as it was.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

New Moon

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If you were to take my hand
at 3.33, walk through silent streets,
to the breaking waves at the edge of town,
would you feel the soft cool sand
stroking your skin, the salt of the air
spiralling a colourful trail through your mind,
and when you lie with me at the edge of the retreating waves,
would you see the stars sprinkle your path
‘cross the infinite black new moon sky...

...or would you just have walked
in the dead of the night,
your sense as dark as the moon.

Friday, December 26, 2014


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In starlit nights
I hear the song
with which my heart you laced,
it’s carried to me
with every breath,
when you fall into dreams embrace.
And my lips seek your skin,
by your scent it is roused,
naked limbs by the moonlight kissed,
instinctive surrender,
your flesh meets my flesh,
‘til we fly through the silver abyss.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Breaking Dawn

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In the depth of your soul a war is raging,
a war so cold in its intensity
it burns everything you’ve ever known
to ashes.
The walls you thought impenetrable
have crumbled and collapsed
exposing everything you’ve kept inside,
threatening to drown you in insanity,
when from the ground a mist starts to rise,
shapeless and soundlessly surrounding you in its cloak,
stilling the air, calming the pounding pulse in your veins,
and cushioning your fall as you sink into the dreamless sleep
of the overextended;  where you can reset the clock,
discard the pointless reminders that have tied you up,
and find the answers locked in your heart.  You rise from the ashes
with the wind still tearing at your hair, but your steady gaze crumbles
the rage to dust, the pain to extinction, and you stand tall amongst the slaughter,
proud, for you are who you are today, before turning your back for the very last time
and walk towards the foaming waves that play with the breaking dawn.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Erosion of my Soul

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Slow as a breath your spirit leaves my body
as the distance between us grows and grows,
pictures are fading to an old and musty black and white,
and the places you touched now veiled by a layer of dust
that will in time get lost in the slow erosion
of my soul...

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Magic of Magic

what do you do when you can’t believe in magic
in the means for things to happen
that you’ve chanted in the night,
when you can no longer see
the waking dreams for only you,
those that lead you to your hidden space
to where you can be true.
close your eyes right now and listen
to desires wild in you,
follow justly every whisper
even if a path you strew,
                for there’s wisdom in disaster,
                there is death at every door,
                feel the glory of your ecstasy,
                before your name they score.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


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a few full moons had graced the skies,
and the hours counted down to the final second,
which passed without thought or hesitation.
the knots too tight, fear too great, the dream too small........
your insides are torn, shredded, lifeless is your pulse
that offers your fading soul to the spirits of the black knight,
and you become an illusion just as the shadows
that are lost in a deep deep moonless night.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Spirit in the Soul

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How much of me belongs to that picture
of a smiling 5-year old, next to my father,
who fated to live through me once more;
and what about the images I built in my head
through listening as a loner, being shaped by knowledge
no-one could clarify for me, to chose the paths
that led to ecstasy and destruction;
or am I here because I am, an absorber of recklessness
and foresight alike, here, to dissolve those images
and seek the sphere where stillness exists,
where my spirit can lie down and rest.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

I Think, I Think...

Twisting through my body, lacing my blood
with the taste of your skin, coiled around every limb
the gnawing tension ripples with a thrill of elation,
awareness of the rapture that waits
when our bodies collide and my consciousness dies
for a while....

Monday, December 15, 2014

The Whispering Pines

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The pine trees whisper, whisper with the wind,
as do the notes that float though my mind
from a song that’s not yet been written,
my skin ripples as a nameless bond in me breaks free
and it may be with a touch of fear, or it may be with the surge of excitement
that I follow the whispers I now understand, for to shrink would be to die.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Down the Darkness of the Highway

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When the last call’s been called,
and the echo of the drums
slow to a pulse in your veins,
the shadows behind the open door beckon.
Your instincts hone in to the primal yearning,
and the darkness swallows you up,
as you roar down the highway few ever travel,
to a place without constraint.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Rebel in Her, the Rebel in You

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It was the separatist in her, who thoughtlessly broke the rules,
who caused the malcontent in her and those she touched
by the motion of her being.

And in this chaos she created,
her passion flowed unrestrained,
her words were writ with tears
'til the battle came to an end.

But her spirit did not rest, she still dreamt the dreams
on sleepless nights in the light of her darkness,
and she chased after them,
boldly took what she wanted;
brilliance and insanity colliding.

It was with her dreamy smile
and gentle words, her open touch
and the sparkle in her eyes,
it was the life that clearly lived there,
that allowed her to still her storm.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Primal Incantations

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She hears the foreign whispers trav’lling through her naked soul,
compelling her to listen, urging her to assent to their call
that draw her to her foreordained destruction.
It’s a primal incantation that weaves into her being;
presenting waking dreams that guide her by shadowing her day,
stealing the clamour that plagues her waking mind,
and screens the madness that threatens to gain control.
It’s a trance that descends like a cooling cloud of mist,
easing her emptiness, curbing her craving, feeding the instincts
that sleep but never die.


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

From Moonlight to Dawn

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…to lie in your arms, feel my sated body become weightless,
hear your heartbeat as my head comes to rest upon your chest,
and to drift off into a silent and peaceful world,
would be that which I would wish for…
…to then wake up with your naked body next to mine,
to turn myself into you, slowly, a gentle awakening,
'til I can possess you once more in the soft grey morning light,
where the sun is resting behind a sheet of clouds....