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Friday, 23 October 2009

  • California Dreamin'

    Winter's coming fast,
    And leaving fall behind.
    I'm catching on at last,
    I think I'm just in time.
    But winter's coming fast,
    And leaving fall behind,
    And just like winters past,
    I'll fall in line,
    And wait for fall to come,
    And you to follow suit.
    This time I won't play dumb,
    But fall will follow you.
    And so the leaves and snow
    Will fall together soon,
    And when the winds blow,
    Winter will fall and swoon.
    But you and I will know
    It's just the seasons' tune,
    And when the tune begins to fade,
    Our seasons will have passed.
    The snow will melt away,
    Spring is coming fast.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

  • Maniac

    I've got another trick up my sleeve,
    or rather a few more hares in my hat.
    You know too well to believe
    in broken mirrors and black cats.
    So I'll spare you from hocus pocus
    or other incantations you wish not hear,
    but things kept out of focus
    often disappear.

Sunday, 04 October 2009

  • I'll laugh at your shadow puppets dancing on your wall,
    I won't fight my eyes closing, heeding my sheep's call.

    But I'll grab your chest and hold it tight, as the day's last victory,
    I'll whisper something soundless, but you'll say that you agree.

    As our minds go on their own, creating paths which we call dreams,
    Together our bodies lie awake, merely resting in esteem.  

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

  • Picture Frame.

    I wonder if I could ask you
    if you feel the same.
    Do you look to the past
    and place it in a frame?
    It never really happened,
    or it's been too long to tell.
    Now it's more of a feeling;
    a Touch, a Taste, a Smell.
    The frame in which I've placed it
    is intricate and small;
    A pretty little memory
    I've placed upon the wall.
    Sure, dust has gathered
    and new frames crowd around,
    but it will always be a favorite,
    and I'll never take it down.

Monday, 29 June 2009

  • Exactly through which turnstiles did I pass through to arrive

    on these tracks and in these laces but of feeling been deprived?

    Perhaps my rights of passage have been nothing but connived,

    and you've forced me through a whirlwind you knew I'd not survive.

    Had not our roots been grafted, surely they would thrive,

    But for now they will tangle and fight to stay alive.

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