Friday Nights

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Vibrations increase in intensity,

a hum that’s getting deeper and more persistent,

building a steady crescendo towards broken expectations.

The records stops at 3.32 am

when the dead of night roars at its loudest.

A solitary figure on the sidewalk with green hazy eyes

walks one slow step at a time, looking for a silence that’s a foreign concept

to her shady mind, ever restless.

Of Jellyfish and Wishes

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This here is for you.

And for you, and for you, and for yOU!

To time, the fleeting ever-lasting passage we move through

in an environment upon which we pretend to exert our control.

This is to the touches I have felt when the road was too dark

and I needed your hand to guide me through the labyrinth,

the soaring moments frozen in my mind for me to yearn for

when the glint of the sun yanks me right back into your arms.

This is to the tears I enthused, and the tears I shed alone,

to growing (not uP) through jellyfish, quicksand and elation,

not always induced by the pure breath we breathe outside.

This is etched onto my skin, written on the pages of which are left a few,

as I am drawn into the green mist which the waves prevail upon,

into the dream turned to reality, in the way deemed right by the universe.

In the Palm of my Hand

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It is gnawing at my senses,

there's a tremble in my hands,

awareness has been honed to a finely sharpened edge.

It’s the wind that’s blowing dresses,

my eyes cry from burning sand,

this, a gale that leaves me breathless on a narrow slipp’ry ledge.

Is there meaning to the meaningless,

what’s the use of knowing more,

pictures change with each location, while the answers stay unclear.

Through this maze I’m now delirious,

all my instincts in furore,

why I need to escape this reality, from frustration most severe.

I will ride with these cresting waves

through the wind of discontent that’s howling

to a song of sadness that’s immersed itself, in my sorrow, in my bones.

To my wishes I'm a slave,

bound to everything, bound by nothing,

severing every preconception, rewrite that which is written in stone.

In the Great Divide

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This morning I hovered briefly betwixt darkness’ and light’s brief divide

with the magic of my dream world still dancing across my skin,

and the angels weaving their magic in my naked mind.

So I touched on them with remembrances

of a freedom the waking world frowns upon,

the gratifying rituals which you from me demand,

and I linger in this abyss of suspended animation,

for a time I am not of this earth.

In the Full Moon is a Darkness

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How I wish for the icy silence of the full moon

to take me in its arms and render me numb and cold,

that it will blunt my vision and fade into my heart,

and maybe then I will find peace from your presence,

because this is all there is, for the rest of our tomorrows,

this is all that will ever be, and it smothers me

to know, to remember, to have had.

I Lay Me Down To Sleep

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It is the sandman who cavorts with glee

when he has captured every breathing soul

in his web of fears and guilt,

and whilst he teases you with promises

of escape into oblivion,

he is torturing your psyche

in its most vulnerable state of sub-consciousness,

that you may be stabbed in the daylight hours

with his exact spear of remembrance,

to re-live it in the light of accusation and judgment.

Are We Not aLL Addicts?

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It’s awake before your eyes open,

creeping with stealth through the corridors of your mind,

touching the desires your waking time suppresses,

to punish you with the affliction

of an unrequited hunger

that keeps you running in the fog

to the escape of your choice.

Are we not all addicts?

A Road Without a Name

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Breathe…..

……slower……

……deeper……

capture the power with the sting of blood on your tongue,

close your eyes;

slide through the warmth as the sweetness takes you

to the deep dark recesses of your mind,

there, where it is still

where there’s no time,

where you shape the satisfaction for every cell of every sense,

and shiver with the tremors as they surface to your skin

to shatter your reality into another sphere,

......under the watchful eyes of the ever-present,

waiting to take you into their arms, forever.