Tameless night – black
Wild as the dark
Alive on Buckingham carpet
Alert beneath an ivory moon
Sensing, sad sensuous
The spirit of silent age
Timeless spectre
Soft floating as night clouds
Touching gifting the aura
The sight beyond sky limits
Shrouding sweet senses
The spirit of a sensual age.
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He follows you, silent
Gliding, dark-cloaked, invisible
As whispering eddies in the night.
Through streets shrouded
In simple shadows, and light
As pallid as the Sun in winter
Kissed skies.
Across cobble and path,
Through doorways abandoned
As cold as hoar-frost mornings
Creeping tentacles brushing
A shoulder of flame.
In ancient corners, windowless
Led deep within a labyrinth moon,
A face forms shapes melts
Features upon your flesh,
A windless sea carries call to home
Acceptance sighs to welcome.
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Here in the heat
All bodies are lost
No room for the vain
No fear anymore,
Down on the floor
In the diamonds and dust
Distorted truths fail
And lies bear their soul,
Space counts the distance
Marked by your hours
No time for the chosen
Who drown in the sand,
Rise like a phoenix
To burn in the Sun
I’ve bathed in your tears
Can’t feel any more,
Chance now to move
Take control again
To shed all the secrets
Like aging dead skin,
Dance in the heat
No care for the days
Which burn into one
No fear anymore,
Dance in the heat
All bodies are lost
No room for the truth
Can’t feel anymore.
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I am the name you never said,
The one who slips from bed to bed,
The favoured book you never read,
A constant doubt within your head.
I am the cross upon your door,
The creeping root beneath the floor,
The tortured dress you never wore,
An icy vein that will not thaw.
I am the word you never spoke,
The mirror’s face behind its smoke,
The frozen time behind night’s cloak,
A laugh too late to catch the joke.
I am the time you never planned,
The days that slipped out of your hand,
The rusted icon on the stand,
An effigy on broken land.
I am the cry at dead of night,
The splintered dream lost in mid-flight,
The falling bird that knows its plight,
A final line you could not write.
I am the bridge you could not cross,
The path below grown old with moss,
The road behind grown cold with loss,
An ancient sign now lost its gloss.
I am the one you’d never court,
The fated friend you never sought,
The thief of time I’ll leave you naught,
A ghost to haunt your every thought.
I am the name you never said,
The one that fills your heart with dread,
The name in everything you read,
A ghost to haunt the days ahead.
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Nothing really changed at all,
The mark still stayed upon the wall,
And as we looked for something new,
Behind our backs it grew and grew.
Though we thought that we’d moved on,
The chains that held us were not gone,
And darkness clouded all our arts,
And spread its blackness through our hearts.
Things we thought that we had tamed,
Clung to our shadows hurting, maimed,
To heal themselves when night took hold,
Our sweetest dreams to then enfold.
In the light it brought its gloom,
In every corner, every room,
The stain it grew with fitful glee,
To pin us here and make us see.
Every footstep brought us here,
But never freed us from our fear,
Hung heavy over every head,
And coloured every word we said.
Dreamed we’d come so very far,
Our feet stuck fast in blackened tar,
We felt we had so much to prove,
Only to find we couldn’t move.
And nothing really changed at all,
The mark still stayed upon the wall,
And as we looked for something new,
Behind our backs it ever grew.
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Dreams fall down like shadows slow
Can’t stop them now, can’t even try,
I feel them shroud me like a curse
Can’t see behind a clouded eye.
These tremors take my sweated hand
Can’t shake them off, can’t cut them loose,
I feel them chill my aching bones
Can’t rid myself, a waiting noose.
They drag me through mistakes I’ve made
Can’t justify, or reason why,
They show me futures drowned in pain
Can’t close my ears to other’s sighs.
Devils dance and duel within
Can’t stop the tune, can’t still the sound
A masquerade, no end in sight
Can’t hide my face or go to ground.
Voices call inside me now
Can’t make my own be heard instead,
They pull me into depths unknown
Can’t heal the scars inside my head.
Dogs are barking at the walls
Can’t silence them or stop their call,
They speak to me my greatest fears
Can’t hide from them, can’t hide at all.
And dreams fall down like shadows still
Can’t stop them now, can’t ask for more,
I feel them shroud me like a curse
Can’t see beyond the gaping door.
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We dance and dance to jingle’s tune
And eager swallow every lie,
The promise of the silver moon
To hang ourselves in crystal sky.
We offer up each golden prayer
To mark our lives like none before,
And drape ourselves in jewels so rare
Like none but us can read the score.
And on our faces painted clear
Desire and lust out stripping need,
The thought of less our only fear
To justify our burning greed.
Our eyes fixed firm towards the light
That guides us to the good and true,
Expectance lingers in our sight
At offerings for the chosen few.
We grasp at gold within our reach
As fortune smiles her twisted grin,
To claim the riches that we seek
She offers us a way to win.
But what is it we find we hold
When all the glitter turns to rust,
And we are weakened, frail and old
And all our futures turned to dust?
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We came here so
Many years ago,
Chasing the ruffled edges
Of a crumpled photograph
Its monochrome hues whispering
Hushed voices still echoing
From white-edged border to faded frame,
Days stilled by wishful perception
Of contentment borne on wings
Which hung like the slow-mouthed moon
Captured by the eye but slipping ever
Between the fingers that reached out
Lost like the hopeful,
And frozen images caught our eye
Like souls entrapped –
And did we know that ours would follow?
Or was it all a dream
The promise that we shared
With a belief in something better?
And we’ll meet again one day
When all the pictures have faded
And all our dreams have died,
We’ll visit them at night
And walk along the rows
Of all we never knew
And ponder why we came
And shred ourselves on all we ever lost.
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