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Elation: July 2012
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012. Vice-Versa #9 @ Poets United. And you never said. The impression of your body. Lies sleeping beside me. No warmth or skin. For me to see. Sound of your whispered. Embers of your absence. To streak across a discolored sky. There was nothing tangible. To lead me to you. Of who we once were. As Ray and Jen once called us. With a giggle and a glass of Sav Blanc. Glimmering in the diffused. Light of late afternoon. Slanting beams of each other. Carving the porch into. Then she moved on.
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Elation: August 2011
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Tuesday, August 09, 2011. To a pumping back beat. My eyes tap in time. I can hear you. There is nothing concrete. No image or scenery. And your pursed lips. Will not take me in. Figures dancing in the. Flames of our world. We will pick up the pieces. To put us in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Anything you need to know, get from my poetry. View my complete profile. Sixty days of rain (like 30 Days of Night but with only one monster). Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Elation: February 2013
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Monday, February 25, 2013. On a vast empty life-scape. Pin points of deepest black. I was soaring through Flinders Lane. Drinking down the rain. And a dying mans painful. Memories of how he was. And why he never will be. You have not called me. For so long now. The post it notes of yesterdays. And falling up onto the ceiling. In the stiffening breeze. That wasn't there ten years ago. On a busy downtown street. Scattered and dissipated by. Swallowed in the thunder. I was crawling along Burke Street. Wind ...
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Elation: Waking
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Thursday, April 09, 2015. The dappled dying rays. You breath the song of fading. To catch and cling to my skin. Of deaths and disasters. Into my top pocket. Watching the stars fall. Waiting for the sound. And fill your time. To avoid thinking too much. About what I might do. Welcome back. The line about your top pocket is stellar. Love it. Thank you Bridget,. It has been a while, hope things. Are going ok for you. Hey Moon *smile* long time no speak lol. Now write me a poem about the sound of a star dying.
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Elation: Belief
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013. God is a delusion. Alone in dark places. They see in their dreams. I have no belief system. All the building blocks remain. I can reach out. But they are lifeless things. Stinging the thick skin. Blood trails in sky. To remove my eyes. And placed them on a lonely. Waiting for stars to explode. Waiting for the redemption. I was once promised by. The caress of all. Running fast through the hands. Colours deep and worn. Born at the dawn. A story torn from eternity. I aspire to be.
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Elation: June 2013
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Monday, June 03, 2013. I cannot hold you. Would you have me. Embrace the tears you bring? Planted so many years ago. Where the sun would always shine. Where the rains would bring life. Where the wind would not bend or break. I cannot look at you. Would you have my eyes. Fall on barren ground? The leaves were thick and lush. To bloom each year. A splash of colour. A scent to bring summers. I cannot speak to you. Would you have my words. Turn from truth to lies? Pressing my fingers into the bark.
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Elation
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Monday, February 25, 2013. On a vast empty life-scape. Pin points of deepest black. I was soaring through Flinders Lane. Drinking down the rain. And a dying mans painful. Memories of how he was. And why he never will be. You have not called me. For so long now. The post it notes of yesterdays. And falling up onto the ceiling. In the stiffening breeze. That wasn't there ten years ago. On a busy downtown street. Scattered and dissipated by. Swallowed in the thunder. I was crawling along Burke Street. Etc t...
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Elation: May 2012
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Friday, May 04, 2012. And our fingers glow. In the empty air between us. Trapped echoes of the way. You seared yourself upon me. The taste of blood. Scream your loss to my eyes. So i can only see your goodbyes. So i can only. Mentioned at the end of days. You called my name. As I thrust against you. A thin metal sheet of regret. Wednesday, May 02, 2012. Not amazing , not beautiful. As I thought it would be. I am middle aged and tired beyond. Weary bones and creaking groans. Throbbing with the force.
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Elation: January 2012
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Friday, January 06, 2012. Maybe's are all I have. On Melbourne summer days. Everything looks scoured clean. The skin of the city. Raw and tender beneath the beating heat. You break it in half over your knee. And refuse to believe its burgeoning possibilities. In those rare moments. When we are not inundated with kids. And bullshit problems to solve. I still might convince you. The sky is my lover. I will fling you over my shoulder. And take you to her. You will fight her for possession. The pieces of 2012.
