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I am standing in the middle of an orange-lit street of a large city at night; buildings hunched high into the sky and the stars replaced by streetlights lined drunkenly on the pavements. Something like how you would imagine New York to be in summer. Across from me is a cheerful looking American style coffee shop, you know the sort, all pine tables with glass tops and black and white pictures of people I don't know lining the walls. I tilt my head and I can hear the all-embracing sound of city life – sirens, car horns and the tumult of people thronging, even at this time of the night. The pervasive aroma of a metropolitan city fills m

You said your words carry no music, And yet I see no forgery in your art. My Science knows your vigil is still sick - Keening for the one who sundered your sweet heart. So we talk – two strangers passing time - I find I am surprised – expectations set too low - You carry yourself like a proven paradigm To mystify those to dwell Below. My Science returns the verdict – guilty - My cell is lined with Scarlet Lies. You shyly hold the only velvet key. O but it is lined with teeth my dear – your eyes. If I was to silence my Science and fall, Would you hold your faith or set ablaze? This sickness shakes my brain ea

Who is this? This hesitant tapping at His forgotten Door? He hears you, but lies in Purple - A Night that took Too Long. Is he waking now? Do you mean to do him harm? Who is this? A sleep tugging at my eye? What weapons the Night wields In the Ages of the Heart And what scorn begets the light of day, In want of such a Light as Night? Who is this? Does the Night not steal away? Does she not rattle her spear and flee from the Heat? I fear the False Night of Friends And the cliff-dive. And the Purple Bed. What is this? While Night chuckles the Owl howls - A sunrise in the Dark - It's light brings Him forward, The Night move

For Pith-Proud young men Love blooms in every fickle field; Life delights in the Tender flesh and flimsy Vows Their fawn-eyed women yield. Both seek to fill their eyes and feast: With hair on end and bent like Willows But soon find Loneliness, lies and Sorrow Dwell upon their Lover's pillows. Their familiar touch once passed through skin, But now leaves only cold insistence- What remains but isolation? A lowly Love dying in the face of resistance. Circling Carrion suitors hover around - Turning Lover's heads is easy when they want to turn - So one is left alone and broken, And the Suitor treasures that which he did not earn. T

There is a ghost in this room whispering of moments past; Events of Love that now seem so old, and pain that still comes keen. Against bleach and cloth the stains of Her presence may not last, But my mind and soul may not come up so clean. Every time I close my eyes I wish for dreamless sleep, And every time She finds me. Events play over and over until I want to weep; Trapped in my mind, longing to be free. In my bed I draw Her close, like pioneers my fingers trace. Devout, holy lips entreat and to them I pray. Bodies cling like Ivy and go sweet into intimate embrace- But I open my eyes to find She has slipped away. In the sun I

I bet you thought we were fine After that damned conversation on MSN Where I was so civil, so benign - Perhaps you thought we could be friends again. You asked me how I was, to which I lied - I haven't been alright since the day all this began - You told me that every night since, you had cried; I voiced not my thoughts – always the reasonable man. I am sure you sleep so soundly knowing I 'forgave you'. I am sure you exonerated yourself from the blame. I am sure you tell him that your heart is run through, And hold him, mewling, a victim of your own sordid game. I am sure your head is 'all fucked up' just the same - That yo

If I should die on some foreign land, Know that it was of you that I last thought. My Love for you a banner held proud in hand, Immune and unscarred by the destruction wrought. Know that though my mortal flesh would die, My Love would carry on; Perched - always - atop a cloud nearby, Smiling happily and guiding you anon. My kisses will be in the wind on your cheek, My embrace in the slow and easy sun To dry your tears when you feel bereft and meek, And give you warmth when you have none. So just look about you if it is I you seek; My laughter is in the birdsong, my tears the rain- I live in every chattering beak, Each leaf that

You might wonder what could upset me; I'm just mourning for my long lost dignity. I have no reason to moan aloud sonorous- I'm angry because I have lost faith in my ability. It seems reasonable to want to be free but all things in life seem to end with futility. Fuck it; we all end the same, Dead as fucking sand at the end of the game. I never knew how pathetic we all could be, But we all surprise ourselves now and then - don't we? Nothing quite like misery to make you adhere ; I fucking rage quit, how I am going to survive this year? We are stuck in a bubble of ignorance and fear- Someone please crimp in a pin 'cause I'm fuck