Oyster Bay

disappear into her eyes and sink beneath the weight of waves. underneath her satin spells where ‘she sells sea shells’ an angel dwells. Along with this shoreline I am waiting for the tide and time to be in sync, before I take the leap and make the link complete…

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The ice sculpture

Let me drink from your chalice of poison fill my lungs with the breath of the night hold you until Armageddon when the rapture becomes the dawn light. The evening sucks shadows from subways on the road to the end of my stay and my failures are sealed in the lips that once healed with…

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The stream

What I failed to understand is how much a hand you had in this, the many times I almost did, but never, not very bright or clever and still I kick against it involved too much in it too close to see it and too far away to enjoy it and yet aware of it…

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Lost decades

Can anyone tell me what it means when you have dreams within your dreams and the dreams are of dreaming dreams. I am stuck so it seems in the cycle of dreams within dreams trying to hang on to the seams of my life. Who knows how the story goes and how does it end?…

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What moves the mountain

Do you unwrap all your misery in front of me, and is that a dig at me? I can dig it. to live with you got to go with and give too. I can peel off what I feel like and that’s a neat trick. But I wrap up in a duvet on a blue…

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Why, not work

It’s Friday so could we start early and should we or would we feel guilty? four thirty and hardly the time to get flirty. it’s raining and windy it would be it’s Friday one more conspiracy to add to the list…

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Inhaling slowly

Coming up for air and I knew you’d be there waiting for me, the sea is she is we are one. I was gone for some time weaving into the rhyme cutting loose the thread that tied me to the sea bed and now I’ve returned because I’ve learned that I need to breathe, I…

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The second chance syndrome

Dragging my feet thinking if you can’t beat them join them. some men are lazy, bone idle, some crazy, not sure if I fit into any category. I’m now on my second coffee, (not childhood) A site of scientific interest? that may be so, a person who’ll either grow wild or go with the flow…

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Nightcap

I thought Scarlet and Destiny were meant to be or at least meant until eternity, lovers on screen are not what they seem and that’s how it seems to me. The Mysterons were a better bet to get off on and that’s the hand of imagination kicking in, ticking over, getting under the skin. She invited…

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Understanding or almost

If it’s not about me then who? you? ah yes you who makes the light you who makes it might be she shakes her head I follow her eyes love is a mask just a disguise we hide behind…

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Ironing out the kinks

The mirror missed me, kissed me as I came home; Narcissus never misses us, but us being me the mirror kisses who misses who the most?…

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Inside the spiral

There’s no time to pretend so I pretend there’s no time and if it ends at the end then the problem’s all mine. this is all that I have to defend what I have and what I have I’ll defend with the time I pretend I don’t have. pretend? we all make allowances for life’s…

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The one

It’s in the movements you make and the time that you take that puts the icing on the cake. so easy to push things to rush things to fuse into the conclusion, but harder to hold back and the right one the one that switches your lights on knows this. I blow here a kiss…

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Pierced

I saw you in the distance and in an instance recognised the look that shone from yesterday deep within your eyes. if I dream it’s in technicolour…

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Letting go

It’s about the eyes the way that they dance and sparkle like sunlight on the sea and they do it for me. Do you know how it feels when you kneel down to pray and the one up above says, Sorry she’s gone away? I do. I can do the fantasy thing better than anyone…

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Summer fetes

Sunlight only shows up the streaks in the dust and she throws that up in my face, ‘why don’t you clean up?, ‘clean up or clear out’ I really hate the Sun. But I must learn to shut up and shut out the chatter and plan where I’ll scatter the ashes. Love’s quite peculiar more than…

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Transmission faults

Watching as the horse drawn carriage takes the couple to a marriage and the crowd ‘s all cheering loudly don’t you know, oh wait that’s not it yet that’s the football on the television set. restart. watch the happy couple sing their vows as the vicar raises his eyebrows and wishes for them many happy…

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White horses

Her lips crash against me in her great sea I am small fry. and the trickle of sand becomes like rains from her hand a deluge in this land of the parched. A sign, beware there be dragon, makes me get a move on as she makes her move on me and her lips crash…

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