I don't need Happy

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There is madness in my veins

pumping with a restlessness,

driving frenzied movements,

frantic notions, impulsive deeds.

It speeds through thoughts collected,

scattering focus to the wind

holding my footsteps as they fade,

not for long, in one single place.

Please, you must stop, I need to breathe,

I need to find rest from your driving need to….. what?

You’re carving away at my soul, wearing down my feet,

release my burning muscles,

still my heart, it pounds,

allow me to trust what I believe,

I don’t need happy, I just need peace.

Scars of Love

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Here is a tale from the heart that is mine

all I have said and I’ve felt inside

big is the touch you have left on me

I am marked by you, it was you set me free

...we collided with a thunder in a dark deserted street

through storms that raged in skies and under feet

our wish, our desire, our ruin, our defeat

a story that’s written, preordained we'd meet

we fought and battled, satisfied our love

followed senses, while sense, mmm, not so much

we have scars

from the claws

of our love

now it’s time

I can start

no matter how

getting over you

for as long

as I find

myself

again

for as long as I find myself again©

A Pledge

A pledge is a pledge,
requires reverence upon acceptance,
kept and honoured as it is, for the rest of time,
never to be revealed nor renounced,
a binding promise to silence,
even with the shifting hours
as they change and mould who we are.
 

  

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The Cracks of Time

 

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Crack upon crack,

gathered by passing time,

crack upon crack,

marks of my placement

in this world,

crack upon crack,

inflicted on me, or by myself,

some by choice whilst some had to be,

crack, crack, crack,

the maze of a fractured self,

re-connected by the grace

of heavenly spirits late, late at night.

You may find fissures, you can see the cracks,

but I do stand before you, broken, I'm certainly not.

I know I'm an addict

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I know I’m an addict.

Know too, I know

there’s no substance capable of stilling

the restlessness alive inside me,

of silencing the voices,

always, always calling,

of relieving the tension in the spring

within my muscles and my nerves,

of freeing my physical body

the way only my mind can set me free.

Which? ......that's my choice to make.