Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Worker

Gazing out of the window as the world flows He wonders where his impetus has gone, He wants to know whatever the Spring knows And see what the bright season has done. He looks out of the window at the car park Through glass that seems to run with wet and grey Waiting as the day drifts into the dark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

He

He sauntered from the darkness into moonlight, A silvered effigy of passionate desire, His sultry smirk an invitation to the night And eyes that seemed to whisper and conspire. Conversation paused as he was passing Her eyes followed him as he slipped into shade A disquiet stirred that she knew would... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 11, 2011

Player

I live in a digital land Where I am god and king, Armies march at my command And people will do anything I ask. I quest for my virtual grail And no two challenges are the same But I'm not concerned as, if I fail I can just reload the game But for an instant I might feel As if this world might be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 8, 2011

Lost Again

I have lost my words again And I am unable to express Anything I want to say. This happens every now and then, My words get into some kind of mess And my thoughts all go astray So that there's nothing better I can do Than tell you simply: "I miss you". Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Echoes

I am an echo of a greater song A lingering hint of a perfection That is forever gone. I am a rippled, hazy reflection Of an almost forgotten masterpiece, A dance of wonder and entropy, Of symphony and peace I am an echo and a hint, I am me. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 31, 2011

On Poetry

Is this my swan song? Will this be what is recalled When I am dead and gone? Will these simple rhymes be all That will remain to say I was Ever here? Is this all that will be Left when my voice is lost? Is this how you will remember me When I have become history? Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 28, 2011

I Wish

I wish I was as wise As I thought I was When I was a teen. As I age I realise I thought that because I had done or seen Nothing at all, I had yet to start To really grow And yet when I recall The confidence that filled my heart I wish that I could know What I thought I did back then And feel that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Wise

He was wise beyond his years Although he offered no advice And no sayings you could quote, Although he knew nothing of philosophy Or the conquering of secret fears And self destructive vice; His wisdom was not in what he said or wrote But in his ability to really see What it was for him to be happy. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Comedian

Rubber faced, he gurned out of the TV, A caricature of a sad and lonely man That the audience would tune in to see And laugh at as only the guilty can. His parody of dancing had them rolling, The awkwardness was hilarious to see And with each guffaw every man was consoling With "that guy dances even... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Control

I am unready, Unprepared for the change Of life and pace, Scared of the heady Rush of the new and strange, Afraid to face The truth about control: That I have none of it at all. I have a friend staying for the next 2 weeks so my presence here may be intermittent, but I will post and read when I can. Sign in to see full entry.

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