Rhythm of the Tides

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My restless soul has found

it's final resting place,

where the trail of footsteps end,

at the edge of the warm white sand.

Here the water rolls to meet me,

touch my spirit with their knowledge,

as the whispering waves have led me

to their arms, they’re calling me.

And I walk into their rhythm

where the tides us re-unite,

merging in this written moment

at the very start of time.

Lost in the mist

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Every cell in my body is screaming for you to take me into your hold, in that darkness of oblivion you bring to me, to carry me on that dreamy river of star-kissed waters where the rays of the full moon bestow on me the gift of you as the redeemer of my freedom, who raises me to rapture, leaves me yearning ever more...

Does the music ever end...

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Would you let the record play,

let it play until the end,

feel the motion of the lyrics

skyward you the heavens lend,

feel the rhythm of each drum beat

pulse though body and your soul,

‘til you’re lost on different plane

where through ecstasy you scroll,

finding gratifying pleasure

in a pace both hard and slow,

does the music ever end,

or forever through you flow...

Trip without End

 

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With faded jeans and a loose-buttoned shirt she enters the room.

Through the fringe of her dark hair and expressionless face,

she scans the flow of people, absorbs their energy

before moving to a booth in a dimly lit corner.

She settles back to watch, an aura of ‘don’t come too close’

keeping the curious away.

Her gaze sweeps the bar before pausing on a tall, hard stranger,

leaning against the wall with a look of disinterest,

yet his eyes caught hers as she looked at him,

and he held them fast in a magnetic stare, through the wall of her seclusion,

and pierced into her mind without a doubt of being refused.

He moves towards her, the casual t-shirt and worn jeans

unable to hide the rippling strength and power underneath.

He takes her hand to the drum intro of ‘We’re an American Band’.

Captivated she follows and their bodies move together,

‘til they touch, joined from thigh to hot, wet lips,

and the heat between them burns their surroundings to ashes.

Still silent they walk out together, ‘Follow me?’, to which she nods her assent,

drawn by the silhouette of the man while driving sightless through unknown streets.

The shock of his touch as he pulls her to him and the urgency in his lips

explode into her consciousness as awareness returns to her leaping senses

and they feasts on another with a hunger they can’t stem.

With the first light of dawn, without sleep on this bed, she rises;

with a kiss, without a word, she leaves, turns left down the main road,
towards the highway, on this trip that may not end.

The Mask

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The handcuffs slip into place,

and I walk through the corridors of my mind,

closing the doors to freedom of self,

locking the door to my restless spirit,

then tuning my thoughts to those wished by others for me,

hide the soul and the life-force that’s coursing through my veins

and is rebelling against the chains of restrictions and convention

but is unable to tear free from a captor of unknown description.

My heartbeat is slow, my limbs have slipped into the pointless pose of submission

that as the mask of quiet demeanour slips into place,

my eyes are dull, my lips utter automated responses

in this script of captivity and death.

The Return

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I’ve closed my eyes, I’m on my knees, I’m torn by opposing force,

I cannot distinguish right from wrong, I am lost without further recourse.

If true is what’s written into my mind, by society deemed as right,

then I must confess that I have sinned, passed the line that is black and white.

Yet if emptiness threatens to drown your soul, curtails your thoughts and your deeds,

is risking it all to free yourself, survival or should I concede?

Then I look through the stars to the moon at night with these rambling thoughts alive,

the longing and yearning it overwhelms, then I know for my soul what is right.

‘til the break of dawn shatters dreams with its light and duty is what it brings,

the answer so clear in the starlight recedes while the sun swiftly clips my wings.

So I’m asking you now, for another day,

let me fly with that which I for yearn,

free inhibitions that take me away,

‘ere to sanity I return.

The Last Bow

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But then how is it possible that I still feel this way,

these feelings intense that disturb every day,

I wake up each morning just waiting to feel,

this draw towards you to have lessened appeal.

I’ll smile and I’ll tell you, ‘Lighten up, it’s not real’,

with a mask on my face I will feign..... ‘til I kneel.

My legs are too weak,

my thoughts make no sense,

the more I try shaping them the less my defense,

to follow the call that moves through me now,

take that what I want, then I’ll leave with a bow.

I'm Lost in your Magic

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This moment now, is when I miss you,

the images in my head are no longer good enough,

when I close my eyes and feel your touch

it feels fainter and fainter every day...

I can hear your laugh, and your cheeky grin

that hints at unspoken promises

of later delight,

your eyes that sparkle when you laugh,

turn black when I lead you to the edge of the cliff,

your thighs that stand strong,

hands that work and hands that find delight

in my flesh,

and the smell of your skin,

the taste of a cigar on your lips,

and I am lost in your magic, I want you again...