Midnight under the Moon

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At midnight under the moon

the mind plays back movies

of magic, misgivings and needs.

Here my limbs mimic

movements from our dance

in a mist of merriment and mystery,

where I can wander through meadows

cast in the light from your eyes,

and where my senses react to your motion,

mingle with your scent,

move through me,

a touch of love.

I’m silenced by your honesty,

humbled in the presence of your faith,

a witness to you who lives your truth,

that is life, that is what I need,

such are the yearnings

under the moon at midnight.

Where is Heaven

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Dawn runs its lazy fingers over my limbs,

stretches its warmth to the length of my body,

awakens the need to be alive, to fulfil,

to be in your presence, lead me to you, be my guide,

all I need is your touch, I will find the way.

And with the rising of the moon at 2am

I will devour you as would a starving man

too long deprived of your scent, your taste,

a growling hunger possessing,

every cell compelling, begging, for surrender

to the cravings deep down in my soul.

Where is heaven and where is hell?

It's Time for a Revolution!

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An entire race depicted

as hunters of a peaceable nation,

subjected to the madness of a cold, cold soul,

judged and found guilty by temperate minds,

raised on the lies of their keepers,

where truth and debt

has been slanted and staged,

fiction turning fact, to a generation

programmed to believe what they’re told,

without question and without qualm.

Honest deeds lost to time.

Complicit in silence, you condemn!

You pledge deference to a lie!

Stand up and speak!

Say what you think,

say what really was,

speak up against injustice,

speak out against bias,

say everything you’ve been conditioned to suppress,

and pivot the power from the governing few

back into your hands, and yours, and yours,

where it’s meant to lie,

with the people deserving their place in the sun.

It’s time for a revolution!

I pray this is not a game to you

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Dormant desires awaken the fire,

fuelled by the wind to a height that is dire,

certainly I’ll burn, I’ll burn in this pyre,

I pray this is not just a game to you.

Deadly deception, delusions, untruth,

denying the reason which time norm’ly grew

enveloped in sin, in sin where we flew,

I pray this is not just a game to you.

seven minutes to midnight

 

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It's seven minutes to midnight

and the moon reigns in full glory over scuttling clouds

leads dancing shadows across rooftops and lawns

flits through the dreams of the sleeping

leaves behind a seed of magic

stretching the impossible into possibilities

kindles the flame of lost childhood

the innocent faith in the fantastic

shaping, reminding, teasing, daring,

will you remember all this when you awaken?

Or will your wishes burn away with the rising sun…

What do you want to find

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Have you ever sat back, struck by a sensation, surreal in nature,

a sense of ‘so this is what it’s like to be a grown-up’,

one where it feels like you’re playing house,

that this life is not real, what’s before you is not real,

nothing you do or have done is real, it’s merely a dream,

and next time you blink you’ll find yourself in the backyard

of your parents’ house, hearing your name being called,

and it saddens me, life does not hold the promised joy,

bestow the alluded to freedom and pleasures,

does not follow the script painted to me when I was a child,

because emptiness echoes when you follow the proper groove,

what I want is to find magic, I want to find my soul.

The Wind of Dissent

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The west wind that is blowing bringing with it deep dissent,

madness swirls like broken leaves of last year’s failed intent,

murky skies incite with guilt by claiming it’s my fault,

edginess is driving me, compels me to revolt.

Spurs me to an epic flight that’s led by instinct’s rules,

distance overrides all need, away from dying fools,

racing down deserted roads in recklessness innate,

I don’t want to live in this, if this’s to be my fate.

Another Night in The Shadows

 

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How can skies turn to black in an instant,

turn truths into lies, hope into disbelief,

faith into fallacy and trust into guile,

how can it wipe away every vestige of possibility,

sever the throat of joy so brutally

you can’t even look into the eyes of love of an innocent,

how can one go from caring so very much

to feeling nothing, nothing, nothing at all,

thrown into the meaningless pit of existence,

unreasonable, irrational, wildly sweeping, self-destructive,

where words of encouragement strangle me,

kindness suffocates me,

a touch would surely shatter my soul,

and I scream in the darkness a scream,

even the gatekeepers of my private hell

feel a weariness creeping through their bones.