The Buoy

little orange buoy
bobbing beautifully bright
beckoning me home.

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Inner Fear

fear me now
for evil burns
i am the dark
i suffocate the light
you can not run
you can not hide
i am your demon
i am you.

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breathtakingly dead

Angelic being
breathtakingly beautiful
glowing yet still dead.

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H for Human

Honesty hidden
Haphazardly hurting hearts
Helplessly human.

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Remember Us ( for remembrance day)

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.

We are the young
destined never to grow old
for you we bleed
for your children
we die
Remember Us.

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for remembrance day.
for all fallen soldiers
I will not forget.

Drift Away

As I lay here
Wrapped in your arms
I want to drift away

The movement
Of your breathing chest
Rocking like the gentle ocean

The sound
Of your beating heart
As the waves break

The touch
From your hand
The tingling of the sea breeze

As I lay here
Wrapped in your arms
I want to drift away
With you
Forever.

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Through the Window Pain.

As a rain drop
Rolled down the window pain
It mirrored the tear drop
Slowly travelling
On my cheek

Both falling
Both refracting
All the colours of the rainbow
That where missing
From my heart

I turned away
In the hope that the sun would shine
But It did not
Only more tear drops on the window pain

Perhaps the fast approaching floods
With one triumphant wave
Would change everything
I turned to see you one last time
I turned too late.

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The Visits.

When I visit
They sit behind protective glass
Hands twitching
And a murderous look in their eye
Uncomfortable does not cover the sensation.
My visits have got fewer
And shorter
As the years have gone by
Now I do most of my banking on-line

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Powerful Perfect Pause.

Silence says so much

From a perfectly timed pause

We can shape the world.

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100 pieces of ME.

What makes me Me?

My thoughts
My emotion
My dreams and
Flights of fantasy
My worries
My fears
My high
And lows
And of course ups
And downs
My Heartache
And heart break
My lust
Love
And loneliness
Answers
My little observations
On dying
And crying
And trying
And trying harder than before
My wife
Her life
My boy
And girl
Their pets
My regrets
Things I planted
Took for granted
Things I'd never seen before
Things I'll never see again
My Angels
And Demons
And especially stars
What I think about traffic
And fancy sports cars
How life should be
And how it is not
How I'm getting older
And the childhood
I forgot
My family alive
And those who have gone
How we all got here
Where we begin
Evil
And darkness
And inevitable sin
Loss
And laughing
And being laughed at
Coffee
And drinking it
And my views on that
Experience at night
In rain
With the cold
And the heat
Or walking
And footsteps
With isolated streets
Heroes
Vampires
And Ghosts
And lets not forget Christ
And God
Oh and the Holy Spirit
Being crossed
And cross
And the one I carry
My sister on the day she did marry
Lullabies
And Butterflies
And sad goodbyes
Of journeys taken
And those that surprise
My sweat
And blood
And tears
My vulnerability
My weaknesses
And strengths
Believing
And behaving
And then again not
Addiction
Stresses
And dresses
And addresses
And messes
My moving
And proving
Resurrection
And rejection
And lying
And denying
Reasons
The seasons
And more
trying even harder than before

And finally You.

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100 hundred pieces of ME on a page.
Created to mark the 100th poem I have written/posted from starting my blog.

Day of the Dead

Flaming sticks in hand
the skeleton hypnotized
the Day of the Dead.

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Life is like a toothbrush !

Life is not like,
a box of chocolates,
they always come with a list
so you can choose
what you desire,
Or warnings
so you can stay clear
of the nuts.

Life is like
a toothbrush,
not very interesting,
often cheap,
personal,
put work in the morning,
reflected back on
in the mirror
last thing at night
and needs changed
every once in a while.

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Always in my life....

three years
gone
absent from this world

no smell from your cigar
hanging in the air
or flakes of rubbed tobacco
from your extinguished pipe
on the book shelf
beside your chair.

no walking stick
resting against the wall
molded to the shape of your strong hand.
or slippers by your foot stool
while your shoes stretched in the hall.

no resting your eyes for a moment
with an open novel on your chest
or little black book for jokes
or disappearing coins

all these things went with you.

three years
gone
absent from this world

but never from my life.

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to you granda. where ever you may be.

the same but harder.

We ate
We drank
We threw up

We slept
We snored
We woke up

We worked
We played
We broke up

I ate
I drank
I threw up

I slept
I snored
I died

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