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A C Leuavacant Dec 2014
I've lain beneath a million stars
With friends and pasts who've touched my heart
I've picked a fight where none should be
And thrown away such precious treats

I've scarred myself and those around
Just so I can still feel proud
I've held my hopes up in the sky
And tried my best to still be kind
I've walked too many lonely walks
and sat at home with painful thoughts

I've lain beneath so many stars
And have watched them all so very hard
I've closed my eyes and from them walked away
I've stalked the moon till there's nothing left to say
A C Leuavacant Dec 2014
My friends stand behind a half shut veil
Two metres in length
I can see them watching me
They're Shaking their sour heads at me
Clinking glasses together in darkness
Plotting against me
Or worse, without me  

my skin burns  
bones popped out of place
Like tarmac on eyelids
Baking hot streets full of buzzing flies
And I wait
Wait for some kind of calm to come
A C Leuavacant Dec 2014
I
And that was the summer flowers
Came and gone
The pink patterned petals, fallen at long last  
Who did Christen the soft and the soil and the muck and the dirt
On which white frost now could  settle for the coming tunnel days

And still I haven't quite yet made up my mind
Torn between the two or three flickers
Of dim candle
shined on walls in cold catacombs
This is but the ideal of worlds

II
Along Grotty streets of Dublin
Once did I ponder down
That time I brought you down to Smithfield  
To fix the broken bicycle tyre
Up of lanes and smoke in air
Where ancients once did stroll
Along about the cobblestone towns
And the general cry from merchant carts

On these same streets did not Pearse declare his oath?
To Men who shall give their blood for Ireland's last remaining somber notes of song
Well now romantic Ireland's truly dead and gone
The wakes been hundred years now passed
And alone in one smoke filled alley I did stop in the cold to think things over

III
Thoughts they did come during December
On that morning of your funeral
that was I there in my black coat, red scarf and against myself
such morbid spirits for the season
I did sit at that last wooden bench  Father whispered of Himself our lord
Took I to bread and wine
And Peaked inside your Coffin
Only then have I truly felt grief

Such a friendly Barman from McBrides
Who joined me in a well deserved pint that afternoon
Full of pure ***** was he
Perhaps thrown off by my pale skin and red eyes
said to sail away to Asia
Said it was the best thing for to do
As Buddhist Monks on high up hills did know a think or two
But I would not walk such mountains tops to get you off my mind
All I needed was a little time
that would clear it all away

IV
And I awayed to look for peace
Across sea and land
To the hustle and bustle
Of a snow logged London
And that once more was I
At the districts tall and to Oxford street
Where tender never seemed so sweet
You and I had not been here
For penny drops fell without my say so
Slipping into grates
where no man would dare to fish for even the leanest of supper

And went I to a darkened flat
to give up for another night
The gruffest of London would put
even New York city to shame
And with Face clean and new again
researching merry streets
I watched as Steam did rise
from chimney pots up on high red roofs
And Wishing such dark troubles  would too flow away
I did peer down at my silver watch
Scratched face and sixth punch
And after a famous sigh
Wandered on to dock

V
Did not once you stop and think about the minute hand?
The slow and dropping sigh
or groan of the past
I certainly did
As shy as clockwork you were
perhaps love was not your game
Or was it was just me that turned you away?
And that was winter
Thoughts gone
thoughts passed

Then I couldn't even see the edges of everything that was wrong
Until I stopped to think

VI
And that was the bright light
a dark December night  
And me burst with hell flames
Grabbed my grey jumper with one hand
taken outside to drive
I just needed some time to get things off my mind
And if I did not fall
one bump one slide
As sweet time stood on head
If only I could have died in that moment
But that was you gone
No more lessons or sighs
No more slow afternoons
Just a handful of years for me
To be alone in December

And for all our great restless wanderings
There is nothing more to give
That was the end  
And if I was not me
I would journey on
In my own imperfect death
A poem in six parts.
Experimental. Don't know if anyone will like this at all, but I enjoyed writing it.
A C Leuavacant Dec 2014
To dispose of these thoughts
There's so much to say
But I can't
I really just need to stay well away
From the barbed wire gate  
Which is etched on your face
the old glare and stare
my melancholy disgrace

And all I want is to be by myself
A rest from the doubts and tears
And most of all just your voice in my ears
It's cruel But it's true
You're poison to my heart
Putting kinks in my future
Right from the start
So I'll stay away
Believe me I'll try
Or before you do know it
I'll crawl up and die
A C Leuavacant Nov 2014
A good day
Makes for a worse night
A night of being slave
To the powerless hourglass
Full of crisp dry sand
From some far away land  
Where the beaches are clean
And swept twice a day
To maintain there perfection
And nauseating glimmer

While here I am
Staring at it's grains    
Waiting for all hope to fall
And my time to be up
Because I love this moment
love it to pieces
I'm lucky
And if I could stay in it forever
And ever
I would
without the slightest hesitation
But while all I can see
Is this invisible hourglass
Draining the imaginary time
That I have left
I can see the sun rise and set

And I was here before

I used to stare
At the beautiful clocks on the wall
And fell with a bang
As they stopped.
I wrote this during last summer and forgot about it until a close friend reminded me of it.
Means a lot to me this one does.
  Nov 2014 A C Leuavacant
Marie-Chantal
I could stick to you.
I could wrap myself around your tightening waist.
Cling to the tiniest hairs on your
shrinking skin.

Clawing at your attention and your blue eyes
The windows to the soul
So why do I never look in?
My eyes are abysses
Your eyes are pools of independent waters

I want you to stick to me.
I want you to wrap yourself around my growing waist.
And cling to my thickening hair.
But You won't.

And when I get that pushing feeling
in my right toe,
I make you give me the silent treatment.
My abyss fills with tears
and I drown from
Sea to Pond
and
Pond to Sea
There may be a part two to come
A C Leuavacant Nov 2014
Spin it forwards or in a loop
Past it's expiration date
Beat the dead horse with the door
God you've never been so late
Take a snore
Nothing more
God you're such a dreadful bore
Look at me
Please leave me be
If not then don't you have the courtesy
To stay with me eternally?
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