A Street Lodge Down The Gorge

What we did behind…
The unlit, the blinds.
The seed we sowed,
Deep in that gorge.
Now I wonder…
If you went back to water it.
Do you think it grew or outgrew?
Did it die in the shadows of what we did?
Do you even remember…
What we did, what we were?
Or it was a dream I had?
What I saw when I closed my eyes?

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Dove In A Pigsty

A figure in one of the parallels,
Just another illusion – well crafted.
Like the stars that seem distant and at some levels,
The all combustible elements, that inside SELF – dwell collected.

To discover what is within is without,
The cure to doubt.
To die – To love,
To find in a pigsty, a dove.

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Nowhere

An empty room full of furniture,
Is like a mind filled with failure.
Just as a life of torture,
Lacks lovers and leisure.

A day without contact with a stranger,
Is like a couch covered in leather.
Though comfortable it may seem,
It’s just like a familiar dream.

So in my existence I measure,
Not the hard days of labour.
But the aimlessness that life renders,
And the gift of free will at my surrender.

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A Part / Apart

Oceans, space and all the barriers,
The stirs of feelings and thoughts,
All that divides….

Against faith and all its layers,
And tears that taste of salts,
All that besides…

I am you, you are me.

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Cradle Life

Earthly colours like seed pods,
Rainbow lovers – princesses and toads.
Hope splattered along the countryside roads,
And despair on the battleground of the Gods.

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