No More

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I think that I have come, at last, to a crossroads; a point of uncomfortable realisation. A crossroads which leads, in every direction, to a dead end and a realisation that I have finally reached the last page of my own, personal dictionary. I have come to the point where I have used – and abused – every word that was ever known to me. I have twisted and contorted them into myriad sentences and phrases until all meaning that they might have once held has been lost, all connection to anything other than themselves distorted. As I sent each one on its way, safely wrapped as it was, like a child in a winter coat, cosseted by others to which it bore no relation, I watched it drift away. I watched as they gathered and then dispersed high, high above my head, dipping behind the clouds, never to reappear.

And, eventually, as I reached my hand deep into myself to take hold of another random collection of letters, I found nothing between my fingers, nothing within my grasp. My fist was filled with the emptiness of silence, the silence of a stilling heart.

And then the empty words within my head, the final ones that would leave me, spelled out their message: there was no more to say.

How it Feels

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Belief, choices, creative, emotions, faith, How it Feels, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse, writing

I remember it all

All the days in the sun

All the long nights alone

And the names of every one,

I remember it all

Every turn of the wheel

And actions divided

But I can’t say how it feels,

You say that our futures

All lay in our pasts

And the choices we made

Nailed colours to our masts,

You talk of the people 

The ones that you knew

Yet you close all your doors

To all but the few,

And I hear their voices

Ring loud in my head

A trail of destruction 

An uneasy bed,

Try to make the words fit

The ones that you say

To bring back the senses

At least for one day,

Well I remember it all

All the days in the sun

All the long nights alone

And the names of every one,

I remember it all

Every turn of the wheel

And actions divided

But I can’t say how it feels.

Steel Riven

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Belief, creative, death, Immortality, Life, poems, poetry, Sacred, Shelley, Steel riven, Text, verse, writing

We walk through winter’s halls

Our faces turned to spring now,

Each footstep on our way

Follow the dreams we’re given,

To each and everyone 

The promise of forgiveness, 

The words we hoped to hear

In sheets of steel riven.

Beyond the love and hate

And things beyond our knowledge, 

We stand in aftermath

No need for war or sword,

The light that burns outside

We find inside ourselves,

But blindly we go on

To follow Mary’s word.

See as our faces fade

Like marks made in the sand,

Tyrants and saints as one

Now dust upon our lids,

And all the games we played

The sacred words we read,

Could never satisfy 

Like lies we swallowed did.

Note for Michael (because you’ll get it) and anyone else who is interested. Try reading this to the verse melody to Adorations by Killing Joke.

Invisible Desire

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Invisible Desire

She walked out –

A tireless day –

Across the fields of endless dew.

Inviting green grew comfort.

The whisper of golden trees

Embraced desires deep held

And led

Her flowing footfalls far

Within.

Through grassy glade

And enfolding forest

By her held-hand

Determination led.

‘Come back, come back’

Called sad silent eyes,

But destination drew

Deep breaths of heavy promise.

‘Come back, come back’

Sighed broken silent eyes,

As cloaked a figure leads

Invisible, sightless.

Another poem taken from the collection ‘Falling Sleet’ which is available in paperback or as an ebook from the links below:

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Inuit Prayer

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Taken from my poetry collection ‘Falling Sleet’ (ISBN:

978-1-6780-8799-9) which is available at various online sites.

Soon the fish will come.

Soon the seals will dance beneath the ice.

A warmer glory will rise,

Pale against the pastel

Cold blue backdrop.

Softer fingers will reach out,

A gentle touch of life

And fire withheld.

The wasteland empty, frozen,

Will not relent its heart

Give up or give out.

But gone the icy welcome,

A knife cut razor glare

Usurped by lucid reason.

And soon the fish will come.

And soon the seals will dance.

A Ghost to Haunt

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A ghost to haunt, Belief, creative, Devil, faith, Ghost, Haunting, Nightmare, poems, poetry, spirit, verse, writing

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,

A 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.

No Answers

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We crept out from the sea

And skipped from rock to rock,

Drew patterns in the sand

To hide our journey back,

We shed the mark of beasts

And turned towards the sun,

Grew deaf to all their words

Became the special one.

And you want me now to kneel

And you want me to believe

As if there’s nothing else to feel

And all the lies are real,

And all the trust I placed in me

Is only flotsam on the sea

And dead leaves falling from the tree

Not what you wanted me to see.

We upped and took our flight

And hopped from rock to rock,

Lost all that we had known

Inventing brand new clocks,

We turned from all the things

That led to where we are,

As if we could rewrite

Histories from afar.

And you want me now to kneel

And you want me to believe

As if there’s nothing else to feel

And all the lies are real,

And all the trust I placed in me

Is only flotsam on the sea

And dead leaves falling from the tree

Not what you wanted me to see.

We sculpted new beliefs

And cast them in the fire,

Hoping against reason

These gods would take us higher,

We kissed the idol’s feet

Contentment in our eye,

The stain upon our lip

A smile to mask a sigh.

And you want me now to kneel

And you want me to believe

As if there’s nothing else to feel

And all the lies are real,

And all the trust I placed in me

Is only flotsam on the sea

And dead leaves falling from the tree

Not what you wanted me to see.

Fortune

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Belief, creative, death, Fate, Fortune, loss, poems, poetry, religion, Shaman, verse, writing

Fortune, fortune

Where are you now

As our blindness leads us

From the cave to the grave and

All that we had learned we left

At the foot of yesterday’s

Memorial stone

It’s granite as cold as the

Hearts that we hold and

Etched with the words

That we speak too late

And buried in the sand we

Hide our heads and faces blind

Like the touch we fear will

Give us all away as if

Another world would take us

Beyond the walls we build and press

Our heads against

Oh fortune fortune

Where are you now?

Hamster

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Belief, creative, faith, Hamster, loss, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Kicking around in the dust

Of another directionless day

Wishing on a long dead star

That revelation is real

We were stillborn in this place

Reached up through the lattice of weeds

Grew old and tired and died here

As if we had ever lived

And floating high above the clouds

We see at last what all this if for

The hamster running on his wheel

The time that nevers ends

The pull of procreation

That withers in the dying light

And leaves our winters colder

Than the ghosts that haunt our heads.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Different Shores

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Belief, Communication, creative, Depression, Different Shores, faith, hope, isolation, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Roots, verse, writing

We set sail for different shores

A chance to greet new horizons

And carve a name where once was none

To plant our feet on holy ground,

We threw our maps into the sea

To trust to luck and winking stars

And casting dreams upon the winds

Our faith forever in the brine,

We sought the land birds on the wing

Strained our ears to hear their song

And when the call came from the crow

We took to task with hungry hands,

We welcomed in the virgin green

As if we’d never loved before

And set our rootless feet upon the shore

But never felt the tendrils grow,

We let our restless eyes look back

To all the things we’d left behind

And heard our past love’s whispered words:

“Come back, come back, come home to me.”

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020