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 Oct 2016 David Leger
Adam Mott
Mechanical cogs that never seem to fit
Single boys and girls that never get over it
Songs and sounds of newlyweds lost
Hosts of parties long now gone
The favourite flavour of those moved on
Food for heart and food for thought
The kind of taste that is bitter and hot
Too much to see and too much to taste
Hopping aboard the next train
Before a mirror can reveal their face
Figured I'd release one from last Fall that has been in the draft box
 Apr 2016 David Leger
Adam Mott
We learn so much
We learn it all too late
Value of dreams, love, life
In favour of money, left to wither
Our children grow, uninterested in the passage of time
One last game of catch, tea, band practice
Whilst we look at budget reports
Time closes in

Wide, innocent eyes
Become wise and concerned
Each year, feeling shorter and shorter
While the visits to the doctor become longer and longer
The kids start to visit less
We never earned their time
We never tried our best

It all went by so fast
We, I, could have been better
Present, caring
Awake to that which made them smile
Even after they left home,
Should have seen, should have known

There was love inside their hearts
But we grew up blind
And now it's twilight
And the sun is already gone
We learn so much
We learn it all too late
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
 Jan 2016 David Leger
Adam Mott
Nothing changed
The streets were the same
People remained on their mapped paths
Perhaps people don't change
They just find the seeds within them grow
Until, eventually, their identity becomes the flavour of the root
So that the individual thinks themselves changed
When, in reality, they are just a boldened result of all that they have always been

I am this, as are you
Everyone is the rain, the grass, the sky
At different intervals
We have all been that girl, that guy
Everyone prays from time to time
Frightened by the realities, we wish not to face
We, the ever fascinating Human race
A thought without structure
 Dec 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
At the Three Mile Bay
I ask Awareness if it would go away
Responding with a devious glee
Creates visions to see
A child of man, a boy with a quiet father
Questions which query the Lord,
Why bother?

A while since the Poet had a Muse
A vacant sea for which to cruise
At the bottom, creatures lay
Contemplating grace in a peculiar way

Till in the night, a looming sound
Bright and cold
A thing unbound

Beautiful in white and lace
For which stories would be written
A creature with a pulchritudinous face
Familiar in innocence
Lovely in naivety

A bright and hopeful light
For a man like me
Silently floating
Lost at sea
 Dec 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
You know that pain is the opposite of dissonance
This is the truth that is so dangerous
I want those intangible things
Memories and feelings that refuse to leave me
Unlike the heat of this subtle hilarity
Embedded in the new frost of the old rain
Caressed by the things that torture us
Like chains made from trust
Snapped beneath the weight of distance and wariness
Hating the scars on my chest
Whilst one lives for that which shines through yonder windows
Like the deepest oceans, the heart of the sea
Blue and full of wanderlust
Not quite me
 Nov 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
She placed me on the edge of the ocean
A precipice of promise, dark and deep
Waves which could offer much to me
Release, adventure, an epilogue

She could have pushed more gently
Rather, it was a rough suggestion
A gift of will that attempted to blame me
The bird specifically, chirping words hurtfully

A show must go on
However dramatically, the cost of my anatomy
Heart is gone now, sold for parts
Stopped working months ago,
A deficiency with our art

You perform, I create from the heart
We both sing but you had an earlier start
Every love for which I stumble
Eventually lets me fall
Every phone I find
Has a limit to my allowed calls

The grass is green, the sky is grey
At times I wish this was my final day
Not for hate or for pain
But simply to end the questions that plague my brain
 Nov 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
I drive too fast on the highway
Close my eyes when I cross the street
Occasionally I let my feet off the pedal
Hoping that the transport and I meet

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Aiming for the sea, warm and foreign to me
Past the hills and the odd trees
The people with accents that stare at me

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Running from my troubles
Attempting to drown out my worries
Instead, I can see them in the mirror, steadily behind me

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Hoping you notice me
 Nov 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
I speak to many
Prophecies and listicles fill up my search history
I have no idea if my publisher has ever Googled me
But I know the pain within me

I cross too many streets
The lights are green, sometimes red
I disregard and carry on, not caring about the outcome
Into the ground, I ponder my way
But I know that I have unfinished words to say

I don't know the first thing about love
Apparently
Everything about it seems to allude me
Driving far faster than I can possibly see
But I know that I'm open to it hitting me

I couldn't tell you what I'm going to do next
Lie to strangers about my major
Tell myself I don't need these pills prescribed
Ignoring it with suffering for the benefit of my pride
But even with you, was something I tried to hide
Tried to tell you but you thought it was a laugh, a gas, a gag.
I guess it doesn't matter at this point
 Nov 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
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 Nov 2015 David Leger
Adam Mott
I woke up today
A haze in the air, unsure feelings in my mind
Where have I been, where will I go?
I whispered miles away
Sometimes my heart feels so obscure

For the life of me I don't know why
I think too much, love too hard
I've fixed that somewhat now
But I still missed out

I guess the world is just a ball
Fat and spinning
It's funny how much bigger I made it in my head
All this ****, it's too much to comprehend
I guess I should say the tags are largely unrelated so that some people don't worry
However, some are totally valid
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