Missing
I don't miss you because you cheated on me with him
Then he fucked the girl next door
And I don't miss you because you wanted me to be someone else
But I wouldn’t change for you and you left
I won't miss you because you took your brother's word over mine
So you lost me and your only claim to cool
And I won't miss you because your work always came first
But I won't be just a second place
I don't miss you or the way we were meant to be
Because you told the next guy the same thing
And I don't miss you because you found out who I am
And you didn't like what you found
I don't miss any of you or what we used to do for each other
Or the powerless obedience I had to endure
I won't miss the way in which you thought you were better
And I couldn't care less what you’re doing now
I do miss the morning chats and the evening meals
And the way bonds were formed
I don't miss you and I don’t think that I ever will
All I miss is me, being us
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Superficial (for Sarah)
I watch you do your makeup in front of yourself
Gazing grudgingly at gilded cheek bones that are invisibly blemished
Ruined only by your other perfections
Eyes like tar as they pull me under magical sheets
Now lined with pollution in the guise of grace
Your mouth rolls out words and swills syllables like fine wines
Now surrounded by red and pink cages
As you sit there, collapsing the beautiful facade
I know that tomorrow nature's beauty will return
I will have your angelic curls in my fingers
And your body's brilliance between my arms
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Ultimate
Stand still
Take a deep breath and believe
Wait
Keep waiting
Breathe out and believe some more
Find the target and see the goal
Aim for the board and locate the hole
Create the time to win
In your mind
Find the ultimate
Step forward and feel the wind
Another step
Keep going to reach the edge
Teach yourself the limit
Be the one the others mimic
Don’t be the gimmick
Be the man
Be king of the pride
Stride forward
Be the ultimate
Take a chance
Go for glory and push it harder
Keep pushing
Leap and reach the line
Be first and take the gold
Hold on and go one more
A record breaking is in store
The crown is yours
In your grasp
Last gasp
Create the ultimate
Warm down and feel the burn
Turn and stare
See the field in your wake
More breath to take
The flash bulbs burn and fade
Blink blink
Drape the colours 'cross your back
Turn back to face the front
Triumph is earned
Heads Turned
Stand still again
Live the ultimate
Now from cracked leather seat
In years to be lived in shadow
See those breaths again
Feel the burn, the blinks and the gasp
Hear it
See it
In mind begin those steps again
Never let it end
Feel it
And remember the ultimate
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Drama on the Green
Green lines flicker across the "not-so" common
The rarity of the luscious lung encircled by dowdy grays
A large black shape stalks among the quivering tails
Seeking out the airborn, monotonic thieves that sing and dance
His claws are tense, his eyes pin points and his tail straight and low
This world is a stage and from behind my blinds I await the curtain
Creeping, pulling his streamlined self towards his goal
Can those two innocents not see the killer?
Lost in their world of song and shine, how can they miss him?
He edges along a lower path and then begins ascending
Towards his chattering victims to be
Like a demon from the pit with the grace of angels
The wind rustles the green stage some more
He holds himself
One of Natures' finest killers, all black silk and knives knows how to wait
The gusts of the heavens calm themselves again
Those two still dance
That one still waits
And for a moment I look away, then quickly I turn back
As if Mr Wood is telling Bella where to stand
Directing the killer to his prey becomes too enthralling to turn away
There stand the players still
Among the green the drama builds
The pounce is on
Or first the chase
Those knives unfurl
The ears pin back
Here it comes
It must be NOW!
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I hear the owl.
Athena's pet, he pesters me
His happy driving over the trees
Wake me from my midnight slumber
His sights are set on all degrees.
The professor of the darkness
Crashes through the lack of light
His enormous span wakes nothing
But his calls give me a fright.
I have him in my aural scope
To wit he calls to me
"Come in to the jet black air
And see the things I see..."
The covers pulled up over me
To ward of Poe's bird's better
I hear him calling out to me
"Come and pay your debtor..."
His mouth a thousand lives has ended
His dead assassin's eyes
He wails for the moon to die
And woos it with his lies
"Come meet me in the lunar rays,
Come see me in the dusk,
Come talk the talk of woodland folk,
Come too and leave your husk..."
I ignore and turn away
Shivering in the throws of fear
Still he sits and watches me
Into my soul he leers
His haunting eyes, as black as death
Dance inside my head
He opens up his glinting beak
And screams to bring the dread
Then he jumps! And flies away!
Beating air with feathers old
Gone to find another victim
To make them in their terror cold.
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TV
Chitter-chatter plastic box and employ a melting mind
Glowing window gives the world
My optic globes in synchronicity held by famous faces
Navy, crimson and slimy green
Mould on screen
Mould on mind
Fill me with your artificial feelings
Click, click, click, click
Find the emotion to occupy
Fry the nerves in electric light and sound
Laugh and cry
The narrative winds on and on
It never ends from view to view
Too few chances to drop the wand and turn away
Sleep is the only chance to run
Laugh and cry again
The end
Until next week
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Liquid Lights
Cascading colours dance across sticky, dirty seats
The sounds of sin and sensation burst and drown the electric noise
I sit and survey the dead wastes alive with darkness
What hope have they of life?
Excitement confined to nights without responsibilities
No love of existence
No love of being loved
Rotten minds awash with chemical conundrums
Falling under liquid lights in harmony and horror
They twist and coil in revolutions
Rebelling in a tiring time that’s all been done before
Thrashing in the boiled air
On and on they go into the eternity of pitch and jet
The lustrous waters ripple
They splash
They still
But the spinning liquid lights keep on
The dancers drop and lift in tides of faux passionate embraces
I'll just keep drinking
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The Garden King
The Garden King, he fights and bites and watches his domain
His spiky crown and translucent wings bring vicious jaws of pain
No rival prince can hover by without the feeling of his bane
This dragonfly with maidens May is ruler of this relative plain
From conifer to royal oak and over to sculptured privet lines
Gossamer blades slice air and wind with power cased so fine
The vicious beast, born of water now in colours so divine
He needs no sun, nor garden lamp to glisten and to shine
But as the sun begins to die and fall beyond the distant stars
He sits on reed and flattened leaf and tenders to his scars
All wars fought, all matings made, he rests to Crickets' odd guitars
His life seems done and over now, his prison made of aged bars
So with the moon he floats away with the coming autumn gust
To sit on grass in a new strange land before he turns to dust
While Owl screams and Bat hums to the winds he now must trust
For Garden King is gone away into the night and past the dusk
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Il Mio Amore Siciliano
La ho persa sulla notte dell'estate
Come i venti fortissimi hanno scorso veloce sopra gli straights di Messina
Ho tenuto la sua mano per l'ultima volta
Ed ho visto le rotture cadere da lei occhi
La ho tenuta nel morire, luce dorata
Come i mari azzurrati si sono increspati lontano sotto i nostri piedi
Posso ancora assagiare l'aria croccante
Ed il sole ha riflesso in suoi capelli
Ho desiderato un minuto all'ultimo un l'anno
Come suo battimento del cuore ha trovato il miei propri ed ha saltato
Ascolto i venti nella notte fredda
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