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Sweet Dreams

no horizon

seas starved sky bleak

abyss where tubed monsters victims seek

 

thoughts like serpents

regrets black orcs

airless tides of fear where no one talks

 

scaly remorse

shoals of regrets

but no sane fisherfolk cast their nets

 

carnivorous,

my flotsam of shame

spins round whirlpools without a name

 

encased in lead

how can lungs breathe

a...

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Nadir

It was a strange

waking -

perhaps the wraith of a memory of a dream

lay with me,

offering some

hazed contentment

yet

a waking

knowing

the pillow

beside me

is

empty

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Random Hero

The only person who can save me

is me

A Random Hero wont set me free

Violets are blue

Its time for you to save you

Mentalities can't fly

Yours wont admit defeat

Not that I ever wanted you to lose

But, my grasp is still so weak

 

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Digital Clock Blues

Digital Clock Blues

the pulsing dots on my digital clock
are slightly out of sync
with my thumping heart and spinning head
I’m so drunk I can’t think

I see your face like neon taste
it makes me want for home
my hair’s a mess my clothes un-pressed
Oh Christ! I need a comb

my love’s shot down in rainbow ruin
I’ve played the game and lost
now the drinking’s stopped me thinking
and I...

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In The Arms Of Morpheus

In The Arms Of Morpheus

 

drifting over

dew cast lawns

bare footed and silent

the silken threads

of spiders webs

lacing toes with frost

melting footprints

cross the path

lead gently to

a flowing river

where dreams

pop to the surface

in silver bubbles

before being lost

In the flowing eddies

 

the trees

gather close

e...

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