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jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
When I was born my brother
saw bad creatures in my cott
so he used a toy car to stab my leg
it bled bad and started to clott
mum thought they tried to take me
the night that I was born
found me stuck behind the head board
unconcious in the morn
when I was four and he was six
Neil saw something on tv
so he touched with a piece of lead
was it a changeling or just me
guess he stopped believing
that my soul was taken out
I think they ****** fooled you
put more in I have no doubt
I never fitted in to well
for all my living days
except for now I don't know how
there's a wind blowing my way
Still got the tiny scar, when I was wee Mum joked how I was behind the bed at 8 hrs old, told me her real theory years later but she was only strange in a wee way, not as whacko as me ;o)
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Deep earth-brood brotherhood of pain
anguish born no dreams or sleep
twisted-warren foul eyes light
hurt and hate their secrets keep
no place for clean no time for peace
this darkling land of no hope-sound
just listen in the night and pray
they stay beneath the ground
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Standing at the border
looking out beyond the wall
dreams of mist and forests deep
eastward hear the call
echoes of the secret glades
distant Osterwald
memories of crashing blades
ancient peoples fall
sent abroad and scattered far
brave resistance to atone
quiet whispers still we hear
stand and listen at the stone
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
So tired and poemed out
got this one then got nowt
want to do more love and hope
so tired I'm feeling like a dope
words are crawling to the screen
tripping on the keyboard in between
hungry but tofar gone to eat
stuck in this familiar seat
got to drag myslf to bed
and get a pillow for my head
wistful here so all alone
not even my cat yet at my home
curl up like a tiny mouse
in his chilly winter house
those last two lines were quite prophetic
hang on, no, the word's pathetic
getting desperate for a rhyme
go now, quick it's past bed time!
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Not in the ***** urban lakes
or zoos and sanctuaries
in her moorland stream and loch
where spirits slow and ease
dressed in white calm and alone
a woman passes by
try to speak then look around
above you in the sky!
tied to her loch by loves hard cord
a tryst from ancient years
awaiting her love who swore by his sword
to save her from her fears
the spell to break and set her free
but his life was lost years past
he fell in the desperate quest to return
and eternities spell holds fast
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
Drink out of my eyes like a humming bird from a bloom
rage against the skies fight to the end against your doom
blind the stars if their light wont guide your way
drag the sun into the night if you need to make it day
tear open the hollow hills to set your spirit free
when all is done your battles won then would you cleave to me
Dreaming of ancient lands and past lives......
jeremy wyatt Feb 2011
When I stand before wild waters
in the early morning sun
I imagine your reflection
and what we could become
if the wind beats hard against me
if I feel the thunder roar
I will not flinch nor turn away
my resolution all the more
no lies or fears no doubts of man
will live beneath your gaze
sweet power of life eternal
until the ending of our days
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