Mirror.

While looking at you
I see the person i was
before my mistakes

©spor

Never to be Free.

Its all in your head
freedom is a state of mind
we are all slaves now.

©spor

My one way ticket.

Judgment slowly comes
I wait by the pearly gate
No suitcase in hand.

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alone and loving.

some of us love to live alone,
alone some of us live to love,
some of us live to love alone
some of us live
some of us love
some of us alone.

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I did not wake....

Through the fog
among the darkness
footsteps move quickly
scurrying back and forth
stalking me.

I turn to see a flash of fangs
and burning red eyes
of the hell hound
a demon beast
it has haunted and hunted me

Pinned to the ground
the weight of the beast on my chest
its wet breath toxic
burning my eyes
it awaits its master.

I hear a call in the distance
and the hound releases me
scrambling to my feet
I gather myself to flee
To be stopped in my tracks

The master from air appeared
a gaint solid form
cold and damp
death hung in the air
around him.

A disfigured hand reached towards me
I turned away
I could not look death in the face
as it took me from this world
I did not wake from my nightmare .

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Captured

When I look deep into your eyes
I see only me
You have captured me
I am yours

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If money grew on trees.

"dad , why did you park our car there?"
says my son,
ogling the porsche
parked near by.

"love some one else is driving our car"
says my wife
as a flash sports car
goes by.

if money grew on trees
my orchard would be forever bare .

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for my son.

Morning Alone.

alone i lie
waiting
staring
at the empty pillow
that once supported your beautiful face
my arm across the indentation in the mattress
where your body was cradled while you slept.
morning comes
but alone
she does not bring you with her
i face the day alone.

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From the sands of time he came. (dusty figure #4)

The rumours have Always
been there,
urban legends,
myths of old,
bed time stories told to the children
of pharohs and kings.

When most in Need,
when least expected,
salvation will come
from the arms of a stranger.

Coated with the sands of time,
each Grain of sand,
every spec of dust,
the physical representation of all souls lost,
this burden hE carries always.

The weight he carries now
he can never shed,
appearing to those in their time of need,
not for their saLvation alone,

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soldier .(dusty figure #3)

thick walls of mud
surround me
As i sit cold and damp
the boards under my feet
sinking
as the rain pours down

I await a whistle
a high pitch call
to take me to my death
to re uNite me
with my fallen brothers .

through the damp air
and haze of smoke and rain
a figure appears
beckoninG me to follow
a dry dusty figure
how did this soldier
escape the rain?

I move to follow
reaching out
through the gloom
there is a thud
followed by an explosion
from where i have just camE

I run back to assist
only to find a crater
in the spot where i had been
i turn in disbelief
to the soLdier
the dusty figure
who had beckoned me away
but he has gone.

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Raining Fire (Dusty Figure #2)

As fire rained from above
smoke
dust
and volcaNic heat
stifled her breathe
from the dark bellowing
cloud of toxic fumes
a dusty figure appeared
arching over her
as she lay helpless
huddled
in a small corner
of the erupting room
using his body as a shield
the mysterious fiGure
lifted the girl into his arms
to carry her to safety
moving through the blazing corridors
avoiding daggers of fire
and spears from hell
emerging to the sanctuary of open Earth.
the girl now frozen with shock
is placed delicately on the soft grass
and while flashing Lights come to a halt
she watches as the dusty figure disappears back through the smoke.
gone.

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"I'll meet you in the middle without any wings" (Dusty Figure #1)

"I'll meet you in the middle without Any wings"
said the young boy
while clinging to his fathers chest
2 souls
that the dusty figure
had just
saved

He looked down
to see a youNg
blooded fragile hand
give a petrified salute.
while catchinG a look of thanks
and rebirth
from the red and swollen eyes of the father.

Silently a smile raised
behind the mask of the hero,
love
pride 
and hope filled his hEart
fueling him for his journey ahead
as he slowly disappeared into the light of the raising sun

" I'll meet you in the middle with out any wings"
The words stuck in his mind,
what they meant
he did not fully know
but the words remained
echoing
eternity wouLd provide the answer.

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Waiting For You

Palms sweating,
heart palpitating,
knees shaking.
There is a nervous churning
in the pit of my stomach,
as uncontrollable energy
starts to bounce around my body.
My mouth starts to dry
as I try
to think,
form,
rehearse,
the perfect verbal exchange.
Words, words and
more word,
fly around my head
through my line of vision
as if on a page
but none of them are right.
As if flicking
through a dictionary,
there is no sense
in the jumbled order.
They only succeed
in putting random
unrelated thoughts in my mind,
acting as a distraction,
which works,
too well.....
I am disturbed
only by the sound
of knocking,
as knuckle meets the glass
of the passenger door window
where,
you are standing.
Now pointing at the lock
while getting soaked
in a heavy down pour
which must have started when
I was around J or K?
As I unlocked the door
words find their way to my mouth,
could they be the words,
the perfect words
I searched for?
Three words...
No
Umbrella
Love
?
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PitterPatter RatterTatter

the pitter patter
of my heart
is never heard
when we are apart

the pitter patter
of tiny feet
the sound we heard
when we first did meet.

the ratter tatter
of the front door
a uniform says
you'll be home no more

the pitter patter
of the rain
drowns no sorrows
washes away no pain

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the sight of you.

My knees will buckle
my eyes open to my soul
just the sight of you..

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Carnival Gold

My daughter has a goldfish
Basil is his name
she won him at a fair ground
playing a carnival game

He lives in a tank
all alone in her room
a small little thing
no decor just gloom

If he had a better memory
he would probably regret
being the only fish selected
by my daughter as a pet

At least where he was
he saw all the fun of the fair
popcorn and candyfloss
and a roller-coaster

But I guess with three seconds
there is a lot to take in
before the memory goes
and then starts to begin.

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Still it Rains

the rain still comes
the cold hits my lungs
as a cough raises in my throat
rasping
tearing
like swallowing a thousand razor blades
rinsed down with barbed wire.
and still it rains.

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Damp

Moisture in the air
penetrating to my bones
I shiver inside.

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Growing Sorrow

      From your eyes tears fall
  slowly bombarding the ground
only sorrow grows.

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Burning Euphoria

Hot like burning coals
are your hands
as they touch my flesh
the moisture of my skin
sizzling under your palm.

Blood coursing through my body
every strand of hair on end
a reaction to the electrical sparks
bouncing between you
and I.

I
I am captured in time
motionless
staring intoxicated
at the beauty of euphoria in your eyes.

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Tickle Pickle.

I am in a bit of a pickle
and finding it hard to speak
every time I try to utter a word
the laughter makes me weak.

I open my mouth a giggle escapes
water is streaming from my eye
it is clear to see the cause of my woe
I am surrounded by octopi.

There are far to many limbs to count
but enough for this continuing tickle
all suggestions are welcome
to help me with my pickle.

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little flower.

my youngest sister just got married married but an hour
she looks so happy
and beautiful
a perfect little flower

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Locked Within Me.

The contours of your body
are locked in my mind
every lump
every bump
every freckle or scar
the physical shell of who you are.

The beauty of your soul
is locked in my heart
your laugh
your tears
your hopes and fears.
the emotional being changing through the years.

My love for you
is locked in an embrace
my heart
my soul
my body and mind
they belong to you
and to yours they bind.

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Magnetic You.

As my blood flows
red hot like magma
my mind is in a spin
creating a magnetic field
repelling all others
attracting only you.

©spor

Stealing your breath

When I close my eyes
I picture you lying close
I could steal your breath

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Asleep In The Wake.

Your gentle caress of my skin
causes a tsunami of shivers
through my body,
my back arches
and my lungs expand,
as the tail end of the ripple
waves its way over my spin.
My mind is set a drift
my body controlled by instinct
fueled by lust.
Only in the wake
do I sleep.

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Emotional Silence.

Soft lips flush with red
Penetrating moan echoes
followed by silence.

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forever.

flesh to naked flesh
two souls lovingly embrace
intertwined as one.