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Humiliation
distinct and distant
forever redirecting your focus with insistence
You have a memory
heart beats up violent
Resume formal line
Pinned down and kicking
Straining stretching taut flesh

so far and deep as love
so filled by frightening touch
so alive with a waiting look
so far and deep as love
I've wished I was never this fearful
I've wished I was somewhere
you're arriving
I've wished I was closer to that centre

If ever a soft word,
a searching careress
could be healing
I would give you this...
I would stroke you,
bringing you
into this lost light,
bringing you

before you go
will you tell me
what you're thinking?
(if you can put a finger on
what is it that rushes thru you)

you don't even stop to pause
to get your breath lately

where is your brightened play of eyes
the fire flashing
the heartening story
of your wistful wide-open light...
now there's a fallen look
cast all round you
you're somehow smaller
as if you were merely

Faced with mounting circumstance and pausing in passing
looking across distances and trying to convey
desolate surrounding of your own invention
with cold point blank refusal to just dissipate
searching for a glimpse of heaven
thinking of the bonds you'll sever
with steadfast aim
you'll try to convey

In hideous separation
Faces are drawn into curves
Eyes lit in torn caricature
Folds appear like little miracles

Eyes stretched taut in display
Correspondingly distinct
Suspicion ever present

Infatuation crime of possession line
Shape and mould and bend raw basics
Aim to influence
Hedge and trap with fences
You don't have to hit with your fist to scar

A little compensation
for your bland inflammation

I'm drowning
I'm rising
I'm hanging by slender threads
I'm weighted down with every breath
I'm loaded dice in a hurricane
I'm snapping wings in lightening chains

I'm drowning

Come along
out of the sands
running out into autumn,
weaving in
and weaving out
your hands
running to here
altho the branches

blasted and blinded to chaos, such sorry scenery...
a tangle of irony, a web of alluring duplicity is waiting
and beckoning, preying in the wings...
damaging and incoherent, laughing in yr face then...
and grief. it seems so sear so, into blue distance...
poising, ready yet again.

fracturing, eyeless, unseeing, emptying hideously...

oh I remember how it looked so real...
a glow like a beacon bright scanning on a sea of waves
lapping in and out and over all of me...
what could be sweeter than the salt sea?
...oh, when I visit there, it focuses again,
echoing clearly and beckoning to send out to the waters
to pull a tide in, getting it ready for tomorrow's refrain....
what could be sweeter?

when everything's still
I can hear you
breathing sighing
looking for what is missing
tasting the air
air that you would much rather
kiss
and yr savouring it

Deprivation twisting the head
turning facial characteristics
Fawning over bitterness,
resolute clinging on fading statistics
A catalogue of faces in bright animation
Perpetually calling in your infatuation
Resolute, devouring in intoxication
coloring light in your painting

Walking with you
I find
I am always aware
of words forming
of the tip of your tongue...
Yet somehow
never coming to light...
Seeming always to stall;

Conflict
Disdain
Novel in position
Differing
Separate
Disquieting inhibition
Your shadow in rejection
Turning about face

Spit on white expanse
Fingers stab sunlight
Air pinions
Dark metal fears
incestuous corrosion
sores fester in
subservience
Vomit piling in haven of skin

Leaves are dancing
winds are dancing
across the sky
in a soaring
graceful tearing
feast for the eye...
just now nothing touches
on this show of matchless

Everything still,
everything silent
as after the rains
shoot out the day
calm sighing quiet
has a whisper to say
lie still, sleep long love
who am I

once I found you walking,
with footsteps gently drawing you
somewhere fit for falling...
traps and snares you'd set for you...
treasures so appalling,
so dark and drear and all dazzling to you...
you would not hear the calling
of a likeness of summer,

Calling summer the long winter thru
Wishing somehow to get back into
yesterday's laughing point of view
It seems to have forgotten you
striking you out of tune
Calling for summer long

Winter shot to the centere of you

His fingers trembled on the yellowed pages
Photographs as dim as memory
Still he could not resist shutting his eyes
Swanning over the sea of faces
Swanning over the sea of faces

Bite lips to blood in realisation
Senses register cacophony

I see you I see you seething every day
I see you, mania sour reeling, sealing
scenes in disarray
a liar ought to have a good memory
I loved yr sayings-yr tongue twisted ways
I see you,, mania-sour yr words betray and I
rue the days that I see you, mania sour
and how I believed you once upon a day.

Slow sounds in a room, somewhere
miles out, miles away, unravelling.
...and some song drowns the slow stars away...
as all around in the lightening of the day
stumbling, remembering, like an echo that has died away
here is a sorrow that owns me, here is a sorrow that speaks

speaks in tastes of strange,

Your name is Rose
A glow fair
Endearing
I dream you here
Over far
And near
Drawing on your quiet warmth
When I'm haunted

don't say it's sleeping,
that's not what we're thinking
you can't fix down
just what it is this feeling...
in a way
that's typical of you and me
it just looks funny
cause of how we're looking...

face down with a glancing hand,
straying to the brow
that runs deep and knotted,
harsh there to collect, in corners sharp

ah, how you've changed from the times that we knew
no crossfire, no lies seemed to mar our one light then
and now, its tears stain your cheeks showing in each line

Only whispers left of promise
Written clearly on your brow,
Spelling out a different meaning
That your eyes betray
But i....

Now i know, now i know
There's only whispers there

Shrill noise sounding outside of windows
grating as thinking is thrown out of hue
to paler straits where eyes so dim glow
only beckoning to what glimmers through
at times smiling you are lit with feeling
stretching hands for a moment
running to whistling lightened of care
scarlet flushed grinning your glow falling

In diminishing circles
rain parts the surfeit of days

Dark lines display
in decreasing erosion
lines lie, dark lies display
Rain parts the days
Plague of years is a fallacy

fragment of breaking light clinging to marbling
where the dark once has been in such a
shimmering stumbling awaking, threading
these single calls shattering within it all
dance in the dust we make opening summer in
making it plain as day
making the skies began to break up in the breaking sun
cry as the dark is done

Who will write love songs for you
when I am lowered at last
And your body is a little highway shrine
that all my priests will passed
that all my priests have passed

My priests they will put flowers there
They will kneel before the glass

Pulse of the rain knocking along the wall
and the doors marking the humming refrain
of warming noise mapping out a setting
for a sympathy that found me
almost unprepared unwares for the glowing
that I saw yr voices yr words scrambling
across the page they're living
they're still breathing breath into all

passing me, they're passing, they're taking to the winds-
fleeing on to somewhere else, on their way to ease,
wreathed in such secrets-my brittle reasoning is nulled
and unconscious of them, asleep to their screams-
cross the sun the birds of prey wheeling;
escaping from heights of lust and longing they take flight,
so dazzling and-I'm shadowing their passing;
so wonderous to be seen-

My young love
said to me
my mother won't mind
and
my father won't slight you
for your lack of kind
and
she stepped away from me

emeralds to enrich her
to set her in stars light
they've all made to reach
her the mirror won't show
any jewels
her face isn't smiling
her look isn't kind
her cheek curves wryly ah the mirror won't show

to see the lights stretch out
before me
all the elements that make a story
striking once
to clear the mad day
to strike again and slip away

to live a day

slow train like a tidal wave
breaking over me now
brave face like a blast thru space
gazing over me now
changing the way I see you face
melting the chains that run the race
like a slow train coming to stagger you
like a slow train taking you somewhere new

such a little spark
is it ever likely
that such a little spark
will turn aflame where it is so dark
it seems unlikely
that once more the flame will catch light

so you appear here and I know

sorrow loves your laughter,
your cracked bitter laughter
your sadness loves all of your maze hidden ways
raining such incessant
tears that posses you
your struck by own hand
securing your chains

A light so low
Driven like the snow upon the ground
Empty now of tears
Running down
Turning to a sneer.

Laugh aloud
The only thing to do is

looked into the sunset
it took my heart
stole it out from himself
like a thief
in the dark of somewhere
fumbling for a piece of sun remaining
tho' day has gone...

Waken me I will waken you will you wake me
from this stormy weather I am sleeping deep and
I'm dreaming that we are still together crushing the hope
that was so strong placing things back where
they belong am I loosing you are
you loosing the friend you held forever watch us
melt away in the sun and rain in this wild weather
hoping the greys and blues won't fade

what did you have in mind when you told me
'everything seems wrong', while tapping yr feet to
an overbearing rhythm shot with longing-
well, where do you belong?
...it's almost as tho you have no positive view,
and the old warmth is going, even tho you don't wish to....

yr shaken, pierced and barely believing;

And are you listening
behind those veiling hands
Splitting slicing redress
in all tatters frenzied pains
In streams of sour
your bathing in unrest
Summer salt
yet motionless

throw a shadow
from clinging feelings
to linger no longer

set eyes to reeling
at the thought that will stay
drawing you near to it
to relish it then

As I went out
one summer's morn
I saw the day was mine
I saw it
It was not yours

And all your ruin was my gain
And all my pleasure meant your pain

closed and smiling
crimped at the corners
transient in flight
rain
splash at me
serves as a reminder
of real and vital life

Muttered curses
tattered remnants
dark endeavour on obscure pleasure
cold indifference in calm decision
old with derision
the veil of distrust
Dim and distant
dogged persistence

Uneasay in most everything
save for such a sweet moment of silence
with no daggers hud in my eyes then
framed in blighted tenderness

And my body suspect me then
I'm aware of everything, and everyone
I can't change anything then

the day begins with roses-
sunlight cities, fields and seas
from year dot thru till doom-
from year dot to now-
the day curtails with ashes-
the wind playing in lightening trees
from year dot thru till doom, from year dot to now,
all to a flowing rhythm as terrifying as a heart

You and I
we made your rich sky
were we had no right to go
oh who could tell,
the name
the place where
we would be lying...?
I think that I will never want