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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
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Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tire
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain
Prelude       Nocturne;
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
       a wave across the sky

       I am lovely and lonely in
       the night, shadow-
       shackled to the mountainside

and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
bookworm“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
that is what I tell you
when you insist

that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,

swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.

“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.
HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7
nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.
Here and There, Now and ThenBurnt umber dawn, swaying electric trees
Thousands of souls chant in the summer wind
Journals of the dead are read by schoolchildren
They awake shaking someone else's dreams from their heads

Static electricity on the nape of your neck
In the television, on your phone, in your dinner
The calling of a murder of crows from the trees
You remember the view from the hospital room window

A smorgasbord of life and limb, death and decay
The antiseptic smell has an undercoating of rot and dirt
Talismans won't work any more than prayers and candles
Soldiers still fight lost wars, glory in the faded night

Tall fences are built to keep the worlds separ
Puppet  My tears fall,

      like invisible

               diamonds.

 My heart beats,

      like soundless

               drums.

 Unwanted,

       because of the

             strings attached.
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.  
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
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Not RainIt’s all in the way you hold it
It’s not in the way you speak
What you can’t do, you’ll leave alone
You’ll practice for just a week

You’re not a secret
So don’t hide your name anymore
You’re giving up so soon
Don’t close all your doors

Admit it all to take it away
Make them stare for a while
Pull me close while you still can
Cause you’ll throw me away past a mile

That’s not rain
That’s not mine
You’re not here
Not this time

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YorktownYorktown, Yorktown,
How about some Porktown?
AeroplaneI’m on a plane
It’s very high
I’m very high
Way in the sky

I’ve got some crackers
I’ve got some cheese
I’ve got to fit
Right into these

Got so much space
I’m all about grace
The lavatory’s
Not far from me

Got two pillows
Two blankets too
Not really sure
Quite what to do

Now ill go back
To the other page
I love you too
But you’re not my age
Brand New PhaseIt’s just a phase they said
In stuffy clogged up rooms
Adjust my dirty head
And wake up all too soon

Eleven years ago
When I could barely stand
They said it’s time to go
And led me by the hand

It always worked for me
Forgetting yesterday
Until it finally came to be
I’ve got a brand new phase
That I can’t shake

Is it ever gonna end
Will it ever stop
Can I ever shake the thought of it
Or try until I drop?
I don’t want to
I don’t want to
I don’t want to
I don’t want to
I don’t want to
I don’t want to end my brand new phase

Suddenly I’m in a cycle
Through hour twenty o
That PlaceDon’t tell me again that it’s all over
I will never sob into these bedclothes again
And I will never write a song like this
In this condoning room
Never hate the chilling air
Never wish for half past ten

So my towel travels round through my belt-hook
I talk to normal people who just can’t understand what I’m saying
It is far beyond you
And you are all around me whispering
Can’t you see just take me by the hand

Cause it’s the last ever
Best ever
Not so great
And would it be the same
If I could come back again
Would it be the same
If I could come back again

Rest in peace my only home
Without you
InfidelityI’m so bad for you
I can make you do things you shouldn’t do
I can tear you to pieces
I can leave you too

Touch me if you want to
What’s here’s for taking, so why don’t you
You can put you back together
If only you try to

Wish you could run away
Can’t resist me asking you to stay
You can’t ignore that subtle move
But you don’t want to pay

So I’m your secret
Your dirty little thing
Your poisonous aside
Your devil with angel wings
Your two
Your other
Your infidelity

You can’t escape
On speed dial, always in your grip
All it takes is a little pressure
For you to trip

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Life was so much simpler
When I hadn’t got a clue
Hidden meanings; covered words
Did not make me so blue

My heart it told a story
With an ending far too soon
A fairytale it couldn’t be
It was a tale of doom

Those words came running at me
Those lips that spoke were kind
But those same lips that told me
Gave me pieces of their mind

They were not those of enemies
I couldn’t fight them back
The words of friends I thought I had
They were all charred and black

I thought it would blow over
That time would heal the wounds
But days had passed and gone away
And still I was alone

My mind I could not speak of
My heart could not be free
The only thing I thought of
Was that something’s wrong with me

My friends I missed so badly
I’d do anything to change
To make myself the perfect friend
To talk to them again

But time carelessly passes by
And they are strangers now
You cannot change a lifetime
When forgiveness is not allowed


circa 2005
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