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Nightlife

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Light and Dark

I don’t wake till the sun goes down

And the dance floor lights

Beat in my chest at 150 bpm

My heart to match

Eyes glow in the dark

As the dark crawls in

We all dance

Like people possessed

But it’s an energy that doesn’t stop

Heat and bodies melt into haze

Flashing lights display the world in slow motion

Or are just speeding us up

Thousands of nights at warp speed

 

Transcend time

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Underwater Trying Not To Drown

Sorrow filling my lungs

Choking on the tears

Crushing my heart

But I’ve never felt so alive

Underwater Trying Not To Drown

Cinders to ash, ash to smoke

My soul caught on the breeze

And left this empty corpse behind

Far behind and not looking back

 

Why can’t we go back to who we once were?

Scribble naughts and.... * Theories

 

It was not a choice place of meeting but serendipity had other ideas. How she laughed at me, her toy her play thing, a human study in a petree dish. Human. I laughed at the thought that I had considered myself half absentmindedly as part of something that is so foreign in nature to my own state of being.

 

The petals of life seem to fall haphazardly as the wind that blows decides to take them. And the wind is a temperamental creature. I understood the air, it was closer to my existence than any other moving thing. as thin or as weighted as the conditions allowed. Of substance one moment, of nothing the next, pushing vapours and gasses where they could go. It was understood because it moved as it could and it has always been so. The wind rather like my own life force seemed to be able to nudge, push or shove its way into the crevices of unusual quarters.  I have never till recently have been invaded by way of another through my own mechanisms. This was puzzling, a confusion and an a realisation of my imposition as I studied my own. What was it this 'thing!?' with such power to take me from my own purpose?

 

This was an exercise in futility dragged through an alien landscape, led by compulsion spurred on by the held hand of chilike curiosity. why had she turned left instead of right? she had no calling to go. It was the flicker of him that ghosted her interest. a haunting fascination held in flickers of surreal memories half had, half dreamed.

 

 I did not know where the line, clearly blurred now started and ended. Had i crossed it? was I still crossing it? Serendipity laid tricks like it was her main core of business. Cunfuzzled fools in the making. I had joined the ranks of the impressionable.  why was her shoe stuck in a crevice four yards back and why was the rain so cruel? Did it have to hitch a ride with my elemental companion force? More dread. A drowned rat making a resigned trudge through the torrent of cold abysmal lashings.

 

Damn this shadow chasing, damn this coup! damn serendipity and my hostaged fascination! I could not wait to reject this fool, johnnycake come lately and his whiz tricks and spritely friends of fate. I had my own allies, and in that moment of resolution felt my eyes in tandem with my smile brightened... why had I not thought of this before? More wizardry? i turned abruptly. I will go the other way! She had thought it best but instantly became bested by the dark figure she ran smack bang into.

 

sweetness and hell all in one instant as she smelt a warm musky scent now in tandem with the sharp sting of pain shooting through the cartelge of her nose snapping back against a hard chest... She fell to the floor, a tangled mess muttering... 

 

Disfigureing fool, infirm of purpose! I am cursed by this wretched enigmatism! Will this 'thing!?' Not let me go? I catch sight of my happenstance assailant and one slash of recognition my anger fell to the floor as shock formed its bubble around me. 

 

"Watch where you park that thing!" 

 

Bubble bursted! vapour droplets of shame prickled as they fell onto my skin. A rawness of emotion took over.

 

Well I... I- suddenly Interrupted by a choking rage. I did not count on anger being such the rubbery force it could be. it had flung its self as far back as was optimal and was apparently on its way back!

 

Unstoppable...

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tbc... Draft.. still working on it.... 15 

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A Window To My Soul

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Light and Dark

A massive wave of a deep black sea,
Is what my guilt amounts to me.
The past, the past I do regret
The pain of it doth make me fret.
The girl, the smile, the face,
The sweetest love, her warm embrace;
These things I remember in the night,
Oh! that I could make them right.
The pain, the sorrow,
The still tomorrow,
Is there no rest for my soul?
Is there naught to make me whole?
The guilt, a sea,
A tsunami,
Death I feel each day I live.
But Death’s fear instinctive;
I cannot die by my hand.
There is no rest in this land!
Please, save me from my sin!
Please redeem where I’ve been!
You payed my debt, I see it now,
And although I know not how,
I know that I’m free from my master past
And I know that I’ll not be the last.
So, before your kingdom comes in Glory
I’ll tell others of my story
I’ll plead with them, to end their sin
And tell them of the place I’ve been
That they can see your love for me
And they can have that love from Thee.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The title was chosen only because I didn't have one. It sounds more like a title for a little something on eyes.... maybe I'll recycle it later....

I Wish I Could Help

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My Love

I catch your eye
Across the room;
I see you want to cry.
I cannot help
But feel that I
Have caused this deep inside.

It never was
my intent
to make you want to die.
Who knew
that all of this
could come from one small lie?

There was a time
so long ago
when you thought that you could fly.
But now my lie
has broke your wings
and made you want to cry.

Your freedom's gone
so is your song
but malice ne'er had I.
So I'll break my wings
to give to you
so once more you can fly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem I wrote in about 2 minutes.... just practicing rhyming at first, but it led to so much more. Enjoy

Prophet

I am the prophet of my fate.
I am the blacksmith of my doom.
I am the key that locks the gate;
I am the door that blocks that room.

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