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Illusion’s shadow
Water’s untrue reflection
Time’s relentless marcha collection of-
poems from me straight to you
hope you will add someWe are the dead middle
Those who wish not to change
And we will be heard
no longer cast aside in our painwe forsake our furure
and forget our past
so that this moment forevermore can lastWeep not for us the middle
spare us from your false prophecy
that heralds false change which
bleeds out with the pounding of the rainWe are the forsaken…
…and we shall be heardtoday i saw you
i felt you
i touched you
i smelt your perfume
you were as near to me as you could ever beand yet…..when my hand reached out
to stop you falling
it never caught you
your soul
your body
flew past me so fast
I wish, oh i wish
this pain in my heart
would go… would leave…. would pass
cath
Life…
that fleeting sensation
that negates the equation
undefined in its oddity
man’s endless odysseyGhosts in the ether
the pulse that runs deeper
lost in a maze of zero and one
… in the end what have we done?and tommorow?
tommorow what a strange sounding word
it promises hope, or does it
does it merely promise a maybe
a maybe on the morrow
things will happen
wishes will come true?Hope, that brief flicker in the dark
viewed by imperfect and unworthy eyes
uncorruptable in essense, unachievable in practice
taunting humanity with its blind faiththe weight of original sin, our eternal atonement
we stand and watch as our heroes die in vain
protecting a cause for which they are refused a release
victims of honour, truth and justice
just words in the cold light of day
hollow and without valueI dreamt of smoke
I dreamt of fire
I dreamt of knowing
What I desireI dreamt I stood
in a wood alone
I dreamt that I
became as a stoneI dreamt I swum
The oceans deep
and fought the monster
That haunted my sleepFinally I dreamt of light
and darkest shadow
and found myself alone
in a sunlit meadowFear of Approach
The distance is vast
Our moment may have past
Skin upon skin
The thread wafer thinForced into a situation
I fear a sad revelation
But hold me once more
Just once break an unspoken lawA word doesnt pass our lips
We are like passing ships
Just close your eyes and pray
We get through the month of MayThe enormity of life
extraordinary
but with strife
amazing
tinged with sadness
beautiful
though mixed with badness
breathtaking
with a hint of spoil
phenomenal
touched with unremarkable
Balance
This the immenseness of it all
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