Cities – 2


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I stride on legs of steel

Across the emerald land

The floodplain and the marshes

The courses and the fields,

My concrete heart beats grey

In rhythm with the time

Seeps blood into the stale earth

Foundations for new days,

Arms born in the furnace

Embrace the growing child

Whilst lips whisper of futures

To tie him to this place,

And still my feet march on

My ever stretching reach

Relentless in its searching

Though reason’s lost and gone.


Cities 1


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Streets of glass which dance

Like ballerinas lost

Within the score

Weave secret circles

From which the silver

Spiral snakes turn cartwheels

Beneath a Summer Sun

Whose ripple kisses tease

And take the willing hands

The mysteries of promises

Which rise up from marsh’s

Sullen waters,

Sixteen hundred years of passage

Duplicitous and true

Like cheek-kiss adieus

From friends we never knew

And gentlemen who tower

Hold hands up to their faces

To cling to their facades

As deep below what they will show

They totter on the biscuit crumbs

Of foundations tended far

Too late

And yet the mirror roads

Still hawk the covenant that we

Wrapped in Romance’s dusty cloak

Still cling dearly to

Like promises once made to children.




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Today there’s something wrong,

Misalignment in the stars,

Numbers that will not add up,

A North wind bringing chill.

Today there is no calm,

A restlessness untamed,

Cards that count for nothing,

A curse upon my name.

Today I walk in shadow,

No scar upon the land,

A fortune told in whispers,

By silver changing hands.

Today the walls closed in,

I stepped upon the cracks,

Faces from the past in trees,

Smiled down with mocking laughs.

Today I read of fate,

In runes cast by the gods,

Of lives both blessed and blackened,

And futures robbed and lost.

Today my eyes see clearly,

Today there’s something wrong,

I turned to face my future,

But you, my love, were gone.

Through the Trees


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To slip between the black sheets,

As Winter closes in,

A burrow deep beneath the snow,

Unnoticed and unseen.

To feel the dark heart beating,

Now deep within my chest,

An old friend half forgotten,

A strangely silent guest.

To sink into the comfort,

A quilt that fits like skin,

To fall into the welcome,

That lies beyond the grin.

And feel the arms that wrap me,

In swaddling over tight,

And choke the life within me,

To leave me without sight.

But through the night I see you,

A truth beyond the trees,

Your nakedness my blanket

On colder days than these.

Street Corners


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We met on street corners

Mist-kissed and morning cold,

Roads that ran like promises

And blood within our veins,

With hearts fuelled by our dreams

We played amongst the stars,

And let the music lead us

Turned cartwheels in the clouds,

And every turning led

From darkness to the light,

As all our stares were sky-bound

And every hope was true,

And when the nighttime sang

Its crystal tone so pure,

We danced away tomorrow

‘Til street lights brought us home,

We met on street corners

Mist-kissed and morning cold,

And kept those days within us

To keep us ever warm.

My Sister’s Heart


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My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

Where your hatred

Buried it,

But it still beats

And calls her home

In camouflage

Bearing arms.


My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

A shallow grave

Without mark,

But it still beats

Inside your head

Pulses strong to

Track you down.


My sister’s heart

Lies in the sand

But will not sleep

Lonely, cold,

And still it beats

And always will

Until it finds

Its peace.

Last Thoughts from a Quiet Room


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  1. (Rage)

Burning with hatred

Like bile in my throat

Another reaction

I wear like a coat,

How could this happen

To one such as me

The cruel and the selfish

Are all that I see,

I’ll spit my last breath

With venom and vile

At those more deserving

And leave with a smile,

And you with your hope

I leave in my wake

As I plough my furrow

For sanity’s sake.


  1. (Regret)

All the things I’ll never do

Ring through my head

Like the desolate bells

Of New Year’s mass,

Their promise so clean

Like the crispness of frost

Dissolving with time

And age’s fickle kiss,

All the empty places

Once written in my heart

Lie like wrappers discarded

By last year’s favoured children,

All the flesh I’ll never touch

Once the lure of youthful days

Haunt the hollows of my eyes

Then fade like spectres past,

All the words I thought I owned

Now rattle through this house

A jumbled case of scratches

That fail to mark my time.


  1. (Sorrow)

A thousand salted rainbows

Seep slowly from your eye,

They sigh their words of sorrow

Sign scars beneath your skin.

The fragrance of your anguish

Which fills an empty room,

The memories it brings me

Cuts deeper than these wounds.

You, curled like sorrow’s foetus

I bring you only pain,

Prostrate like a crucifix

I cannot heal you now.

And I will leave you nothing

But emptiness and doubt,

Stripped and bound in ruined skin

To never feel again.


  1. (Love)

Kiss these lips

With passion now

As if it were

For the first time.


Take this hand

And feel the heat

That burns inside

Above all else.


Hold me now

A fragile beast

And take this love

My gift to you.


Take this hand

Fingertip kiss

And keep it safe

Within your heart.


Kiss these lips

Before they fade

From pastel pink

To night-cold blue.



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Looking at you there

Laying on the floor,

Never thought such little time

Thought there would be more,

Eyes that see right through

Packed your thoughts away,

Never found the words I need

Thought I’d more to say.


Sun chases dreams

Across the sky,

We look for wings

We try to fly,

And we won’t let the nighttime

Steal the hope from our hearts,


Time shows its hand

Sweeps us aside,

Seducer of all

Love’s promised bride,

But we won’t let the nighttime

Steal the hope from our hearts,


Face falls away

Etchings of age,

Bodies so frail

Burning with rage,

And now we feel the nighttime

Steal the hope from our hearts,


Looking at you there

Laying on the floor,

Never thought such little time

Thought there would be more,

Eyes that see right through

Packed your thoughts away,

Never found the words I need

Thought I’d more to say.

Never Change


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He watched the shadows lengthen

Like an old man’s coat

Tails torn by the wind,

Stained by love and loss,

Gone the Alaskan Summer

He’d wished would never change,

When high-hung Suns like mirrors

Kissed each waking hour,

His child-eyes blindly clinging

Translucent lids now closed

Still see the dreamed of constants

Beneath the milky dew,

And as the shadows embrace the night,

A lover’s furtive tryst,

He feels the loss ripped from his skin

And draws his own coat tight.