Paris

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And I remember Paris

In the heat of eighty-nine

When the sheets floated like shadows

And our words tasted of wine,

When the streets all spoke in whispers

Hid their faces under oil

The passion of their children

Drowned by kisses that would coil,

And wrap themselves around the vine

That blossomed fruitful in the sun

Etched smiles upon the faces

In passing cars now all as one,

And I remember scented skin

Melting into sacred flesh

All the looks we planted there

Every sigh and every breath,

When all the pasts fell from our lids

And all the streets that led us here

Became the only things we ever knew

Like every smile and every tear,

And all the things within my heart

And everything within my hand

The traces left by word and touch

Like golden kisses in the sand,

And I remember seeing you

And all the things you woke in me

Like ghosts emerging from the cracks

To find the jewel they could not see,

And I remember Paris.

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.

Nothing Changed

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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

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creative, Depression, dreams, Dreams fall down, Monsters, Nightmares, poems, poetry, verse, writing

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.

Wrapped Within

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Across the blue across the green

I’ll come to you and stay with you

A silent itch beneath your skin

The things you hold, the old the new,

Beneath the silver silken moon

You’ll see my shadow feel my sigh

And in an instant know my name

And catch my heart and catch my eye,

Deep in the dark below the sun

I’ll wrap myself within your beat

And seep inside your every breath

Beneath the light beneath the sheet,

And when my eyes close in the black

Your light will shine behind my lid

As mine stays deep within your soul

A love to never be outbid.

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Fortune

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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?

Glitter to Rust

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creative, Desire, Fortune, future, Glitter to Rust, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

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?

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021

And I

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And I

Just drifting through this life

Floating just above the surface

A shadow in the darkest night

Leaving neither mark nor trace

And I

A whisper on a silent breeze

No more than just a troubled dream

A memory you thought you had

But nothing more to make you scream

And I

A fleeting stop along the way

Words you felt someone had wept

Or you had read upon a stone

Something you felt you could have kept

And I

Swept away upon the tide

Nothing more than nothing more than

Ashes taken by the wind and

Blown back to where it all began

And I

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The Burn

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This could be the night

This could be the time

When all those thoughts we’ve come to know

Find their voice and start to rhyme,

This could be the fire

This could be the burn

The reason that we’ve come to be

Takes away the need to turn,

This could be the ending

This could be the start

When all the treasures that we hold

Melt slowly in another’s heart,

This could be the reason

Why we still remain

All the things we ever needed

Found upon a different plane,

This could be the night

This could be the time

When all those thoughts we’ve come to know

Find their voice and start to rhyme.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021

Ruffled Edges

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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.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021