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I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.
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no amount of pretty words
or cleverly crafted phrases
could capture what she means to me

I sit, trying again
to find a way to express
what goes on inside this body

when she touches it

I sit staring at walls
begging my poetry muse
for a better style or scheme
that would make her see

what she already knows

she tells me everyday
the ways in which I make her life better
little does she know
it is mutual and eternal…
like cosmic wind carrying supernova particles
the building blocks of my existence
reside within her eyes

and I look deep
seeking reassurance
from god’s special gift
presented to Samuel Lyman Temple
on a warm summer day 13 years ago

one kiss and a sealed deal

I stand looking over more words
attempting to show you all
how much she means
how lucky and blessed I truly am
but it is just symbols etched onto papyrus
images carved on cave walls
burnt offerings to a pagan god

and she already knows –
SOMEWHERE IN YOUR MIND
( for Ruth )

I have wandered
around your mind

(I hope you don't mind)

invited in
by a poem

it smiled:
'Come in...come in! '

And so
here I am

having bread & butter & tea
with your Past

having a laugh
with your Present

listening intensely
to your Future sing

'WHAT EVER WILL BE... WILL BE! '

Picking up each
unique memory

reflecting how it
catches & holds

the light
(the delight in life)

having a good old natter
with your own good self

playing Snap!
with our synapses

tickling the old grey matter
until

a passing thought
& on a tangent I leave

your smile
as you tuck your hair behind your ear

and I find
myself upon

the whiteness
of this page

like Breughel's
HUNTERS RETURNING IN THE SNOW

trekking across
its vastness

leaving a trail
of clumsy footprints

made of words

leaving footsteps
echoing

somewhere in your mind.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
From dark we come, to dark we go,
In dark we often stay;
In dark we think, in dark we know
As night is born from day.

In dark, in dark I sleep and wake
And though it runs me through,
This darkness cannot overtake
The light I see in you.
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