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always had a soft spot for Frost’s work, my favourite piece by him being ‘Dust Of Snow’
The way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock treeHas given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day I had ruedthe sound of silence
makes more noise than
the echoes of the past
that haunt me
and yet somewhere
a distant voice callsa voice yet to be found
a sound to fill the hours
the days
that may be left
for me
for yourainbows appear
and then
they are gone
are they really there
or do they only exist
in my heart and my hopeperhaps
they dont appear at all
and the colours
are figments of a once
bright dreama dream
that has long since faded
who do i tell
who do i hope for
if not for me……..A call to arms!
A call to rise!
The cause may be false
But that’s no surpriseWhy bother with something
As transient as truth
Who cares about reason
So long as there’s excuseSo come one, come all
To worship at this profaned altar
Because ignorance is the one faith
That never seems to falterHow very true forget me not.
Good to see you posting again :) Well, in this site anyway.
Irony
I’m the phoenix
so excuse me while I crash and burn
the truth is that life’s many lessons
you never get chance to learn(pardon me as I swallow my tongue)
So sell my soul and write an I.O.U
’cause after they’ve taken the lion’s share
the debt all men must pay to
seems nothing more than bus fare(one way ticket, three strikes and you’re out)
So throw me on the pyre
and set me aflame
and then we start over, again and again
my corpse gibbeted upon false desire(now ain’t life just a b!tch)
Ephemeral
O’ fleeting moment
compressed into grains of eternal sand
our crystaline legacy
through which our children are damned
hang on to sweet fallacy
with attempted atonementFor those of you short of a few quid,this small piece of wonderment will remind you that there is always hope.
But please note that for full effect it has to be recited in a Yorkshire accent. :wink:
Itchy bum!,money come,the nearer the hole the bigger the roll!!!! :lol:
For personal or public recitals I am available for a small fee. :-
When events have taken over your time
Everything else has been put on hold
Control seems no long to be mine
You go with the rollercoaster and let it unfoldThe things you want to do no longer can be done
Next week is your excuse but it never appears
Important friends you have accidently shun
Have I lost their friendship is one of your fearsWhen the time comes to catch up and talk
They are hurt and do not respond
Do you try again or do you just walk
Their friendship is really so fondEvents you couldnt avoid or foresee
Have taken the most precious gift
You hope and pray that return with glee
But reality is that you have created a riftSo my friend that I have lost through neglect
I wish to let you know I will hold you dear
So your identity I will always protect
But your name will remain with every tearForgive me for not being a good friend
Forgive me for neglecting you
Forgive me for the odd text I send
Forgive me for all calls you were dueCigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste
rolling from painted lips, cold as the grave
unfeeling eyes, dead to the world
the executioner smile of a whore-Frost lattice on the concrete
where the brave dare not tread.
Another unfortunate born through pain-Of glass, the darkened room
never graced by happiness
another sad memory to be forgotten-The reason why I came here,
why? For something?
why? For nothing?
why is this so hard?-wood desk, a purpose with structure.
False reason and illogic
bound within castles of steel and glass tiers-roll down the cheek of lost Valentine
is it my fault you were never mine?
Is this why you left?-Or right? Choices, choices
one or the other,
both different and same.
Now make up your mind-The step on your way down.
live with the fate
shown on the dice
your hand rolled-Cigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste
Home truths and heresy
Life…
the constant sensation of falling
when you’re standing completly still
never knowing,
never growing
stillborn we leave and enter.
Life just makes me ill
(so appalling)Love…
not knowing up from down
not realising until it all goes to 5hit
always yearning,
never learning
deluded we wander blind.
Love just makes me sick
(answers for question that can’t be found)Belonging…
the cruelest of mortal lie
alone we are born and alone we shall die
never truly loving,
never truly living
estrangement from yourself and others.
Belonging just makes me cry
(why bother with hello when there’s only goodbye)
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