| the rumble of wheels
turning in minds traveling
heading northward to the guiding star
a wandering bark in tumult
dazed for days in the light eternal
Chronos Logos Doulos
Misled on a long journey
Screaming as the flesh rots to bone
Alone
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| He dribbles when he sleeps
The spittle runs down and gathers partially digested food
He mumbles when he speaks
The words bring attention to his yellowed, cracked teeth
He complains so little - he praises his crippled wife
He's a spastic hero with elasticated legs and arms
That hold hers as she sighs and weeps away her last year
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| In shadowed nights of radiant recollections seeking directions
the antihero to my own narrative i pull out a line from inside the ache
And she listens and smiles unafraid of who i am if I play the cloaked villain
who tied himself to the railway lines and smiled at the approaching train
as long as it is quick i would dream forever on those distant shores
from where no traveller returns The moorland wind and a lack of fashion where no-one chased the breeze
keeps the hope of exile's end alive where a small cottage and warm hearth
rekindle the spark of soul that an overextended life extinguishes with awakening:
on cliffs of cornwall and devon's rolling hills i see the soil beckoning.
there is no life in termoil and caretaking leaves us spent
unless we reflect on greater goals i was raised on the moorland with wind, and rain and barrow
i was schooled on the headlands overlooking the whitecaps of the Atlantic
i was curious about the himalayas but they were not my own
i traversed europe on trains that passed through ancient cities in the night
i was given a dream of chicago that died with black and white
with sleep come devonian valleys |
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| Memories of days of vendettas and daze and drowning in seize of despair And plays for the ways to remember the gaze and the fall of the locks of your hair Would hold onto air and capture me there and I'd fall like Icharus from the blue I can't hold the hope I must tighten the rope and know that there is nothing left to do You went from the place where I hid my shamed face in the collar of my seventy pound coat Now year after year as I deal with my fear i struggle just to stay afloat |
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| Ally
You pry into my linings and expose ribs, and flesh and ribs
covering heart and encasing soul music dedicated to you
and i don't know you at all
Cry
You try to smile sunshine into your words of ecstacy, and joy and summer
remembering a vacation where i was free from the rain
and i don't know you at all
Fly
You sly bird winging its way to a crevace where the embrace is warm
And i am all to you and you are all to me save one
and i don't know you at all Bone
of my bone and flesh of my flesh but nothing without communication
ceaseless caress of exposed nerves, sore spots and funny bones
and i don't know you at all Stone
Hearted animal with a back full of needles and a sniff in the dirt
Forgetting hurt and alienation i embrace the adventure knowing
I don't know you at all |
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