Red is the Sky

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The wild black sky hosts a lightshow

that damns everyone who dares stare

as they throw their spears, red with the blood

of those waiting to be pierced.

Civil War

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Axel is shouting out ‘I don’t need no Civil War’

to drown out rushing cars with hollow shells in control,

the faces in my rearview mirror tempt an instant death

ere I should accidentally catch a glimpse of the life

that reflects in those dull eyes.

A homeless man slowly trundles across the empty vacant lot

where a billboard promises modern offices 2 years ago,

and at the sidewalk the hood of a car of dubious vintage is up

whilst dirty jeans and waving arms proclaim the woes of loss not wanted.

‘Green’ at last, I can leave this place, I can leave these images behind 290 horses,

then feel the wind lift up my hair while the sun throws shadow creatures

at my black sunglasses and the road behind me recedes

into a civil war that’s already begun.

Submit

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I ‘m being strangled by the hand around my throat,

my body crushed against the rough brick wall,

until motion is reduced to just the panic in my eyes

and my chest is nearly bursting, as the turning point arise.

Yet the hold does not let go, every muscle remains tense

‘til you see the panic turn to craving that which you dispense.

It’s a calculated choice I make to step into the whirl,

even knowing that it is the end, next stop – the underworld.

Dark Side Of The Moon

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To the dark side of the moon

is where she fled to find the silence,

to escape into the pulsing

of the rhythmic bass guitar,

it’s the space where light’s not wanted

where the darkness is a calming

shield to ward off all intrusions

and no map will lead you there.

Here she revels on the moonscape,

in the air with drifting tendrils

of soft mist that intertwines

with the tendrils of her hair,

whilst through closed eyes she can see

past and future merging in

a delighted dance of freedom

even gravity can’t hold.

tumbleweeds.....

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A tumbleweed rolling through the streets in June,

holding hands with the sand clouds and crisp, yellow leaves,

on a day like any other - school, work, shop, cook –

that she felt the slow-releasing of recognising and acknowledging

the tendril of a spirit, once embedded now is freed,

as the tumbleweed has grabbed it in its thorns and is releasing

a long-standing hold that is...... just............ old..................

Dreams

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You’ve stolen my peace, my tranquility, my inner contentment,

leaving behind this hunger to push past the lucid dream

into a wonderland of hell where sane doesn’t live,

to feed off your flesh, feel your heat ‘til it burns

and these limbs pass to darkness once more.

Temptation is my name

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Lead me to the edge of the cliff

and let me fall into the silent darkness

that is your soul,

then let the water touch my skin

‘til all my senses surrender to you

and temptation is my name.

Walk the streets at 2am...

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When you walk through the streets at 2am

streetlights cast subdued pools of light

at unsettlingly regular intervals,

while the bare branches of the roadside trees

evoke shadow creatures that exist only in your mind.

The silence is so heavy that the distant cry of a cat

sounds more like the final scream of a dying soul,

and the rustling in the leaves becomes a murderous stalker,

who’s trailed your every step, just waiting for the perfect moment

to plunge a dagger into your back.

And quite without thought your pace speeds up,

your strides become longer, you start to run,

but no matter how many miles you cover in your blind escape,

you cannot outrun the emptiness and isolation that surrounds you

like a darkness that harbours all your sins without a chance for absolution,

in a shadow world that enfolds you in an inescapable embrace.