Tag: relationships
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Togetherness
You pray in perfect sentences like an architect’s muse has grazed each phrase, and I want to tell you that God prefers groans from the deepest recesses of the soul. I hate your Pentecostalism, believing it’s religious babble amounting to nothing, but then I remember you wept when I did, when friends forsook and rejection […]
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Relief
In college, I asked you out when I was drunk, the spirits combining with my feeble spirit and engendering a lewd boldness, I never wanted you, but I wanted to possess you. You said yes, but we closed that chapter the next day, never spoke of it again, years later, distressed by prescription but desperate […]
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A song of experience
A lament rises from these dry bones,encased in a coffin of a wasted life,when I was young, my father,the demon, said, “I am thineand thou art mine,”with a devilish, deceitful grin,when I was young, my mother,the angel, said, “Stay strong andsurely, you’ll succeed,”with a sincere, simple smile,when I was young, my brother,the stoic, said, “Yourfeelings […]
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Evening song
Remember when we lived in that cottage on a hill with its red steps, off-white porch and beige door? The crisp breeze wafted into the rooms and chilled us to the bone, but beauty and innocence still prevailed. We were two inconspicuous people, and maybe we were even humble. We had each other, and that […]
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The whisper and the drizzle
I’ve always dreamt ofliving in the mountainswith you; in a quaint,little cottage with itsfireplace, and high,vaulted ceiling. I’vedreamt of the two dogswe’d own and the longwalks we’d take whenthe mist kisses the pinesand the twilight caressesthe steeple of the oldcathedral with its delicate,orange fingers. But latelywe’ve found ourselves ina cul-de-sac of melancholycircumscribed byramshackle huts,trash bins […]
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The Busker’s Rondeau
I’ve played these cobbled streets for many years pouring into my song blood and tears I’ve known the vagabond and patient sage – their lives I’ve scribbled on my crumpled page although my tune begins when the dust clears perhaps they’ll think then with soft smiles and cheers of how my song soothed all their […]
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Find me again
There’s no point obsessing overwhat’s done, visiting thosehaunted corridors where theghosts of yesterday projectspectral visions into the vastspaces of the mind,what was and who we weredoesn’t matter anymore,those people are gone,replaced by a coupleholding on to the meagre hopethat’s left once illusion fades,taking with it daydreams ofhalcyon days and purple sunsets,of hand-holding and walkingthrough the […]
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Higher love
I don’t buy anything you sayanymore because the wordssound so hollow,the inspiration you giveno longer invigoratesme, it’s like lukewarm, insipidcoffee: weak and powerless,I exist because I think I need to,if there is a place lowerthan depressionwhere a person’s dead thoughhe still breathes, I’m there,empty and lifeless,I wish your dreams for me hadcome true even though […]
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White Castle
When we were younger,you’d always urge me to dreamof a white castle,complete with its keep, battlements,towers, bailey and moat,you’d whisper, beckoning meto find more than a roomreeking of stale cigarettes,you’d speak,asking me to abandon this placeand find more than a lifeplagued with addictions,you’d believe, saying,“One day, you’ll find that castlewith a garden ofhyacinths and shelteryourself […]
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