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Scott Madden Dec 2014
Pressure,
Crumbles stone.
Pressure,
Produces diamonds.
Scott Madden Dec 2014
Rocking boats,
Rolling seas.
Dead men float,
Stay, please.

Love's a labour,
Throughout the years.
No safe harbour,
Blood, sweat and tears.

Storms ahead,
No land in sight.
For you I bled,
Morning star bright.

Helm to weather,
Helm to lee.
Eyes of heather,
Sail your sea.

Scars of crimson.
"Red sky at night."
Dangerous women.
"Sailors' delight."

Rocking boats,
Rolling seas.
Dead men float,
Stay, please.
Scott Madden Dec 2014
Snow drifts like a lost child from the heavens.
Bringing premonitions of my youth.
Blanketing over the present.
Hiding the world under a temporary beauty.

Observed from my lofty window,
Flakes as large as hands glide to earth.
I wish I could touch them.
I wish they could cover me.
Scott Madden Dec 2014
Red lipstick absolutely everywhere,
In love, enchanted, besotted with you.
******* and naked on the kitchen chair,
You made me burn upon my church's pew.
Fire extinguished as fast as it began,
Another rung along your boyfriend chain.
You were never part of my cosmic plan,
Be patient, fishing is a waiting game.
Make something of the moment you're in now.
You're never guaranteed another day.
I need to forget, to remember, how?
It doesn't even matter anyway.
    Dreams were the seeds of our reality.
    We're always missing something aren't we?
Scott Madden Dec 2014
The idle chattering of a family occasion.
It swings around every holiday.
The gathering of peas from the same unhappy pod.
Talking without saying anything.
Bloodless, insipid, mundane.
All emotion sunk deep down, beneath the layers of years.
Hatchets left swinging in the breeze.
Bury one in me?
Scott Madden Dec 2014
The universe will expire in 20 billion years.
The galaxy will be torn apart in 4 billion.
The sun will engulf the charred remains of Earth,
Our home planet, in fewer than 5 million years.
Our bodies will creak to a halt in less than a century.
Our love may burn down to embers in a decade.
The horizon will bury the sun in half an hour.
Our lungs will start breathing, and our hearts beating,
Our bodies will resume in an instance.
Time marches forwards inevitably.
But this moment will remain.
Scott Madden Dec 2014
You're a pair of spectacles,
When I met you I put you on.
You corrected my perceptions,
My blurred sight is gone.

You prescription works wonders,
I can see clearly, see happiness.
Adjusted the dull to the vivid,
Focused good from the hopeless.

I see the true radiant beauty of the world,
With your lenses I see precision.
Like seeing for the first time,
Thank you for giving this vision.
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