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We are floating Withering hearts now forgotten Soon we will fly And reach the heights From which we fell As the darkness evaporates So do our memories The light caresses us Cherishes us and let’s us be For we are its children And so the gloom is lifted Our souls re-emerge to merge In glorious symmetry We are a wonder to behold In our undivided individuality |
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Pale walls Pale room Empty But me Standing Arms outstretched Cruciform Not crucified First time born Not reborn Breathing Achieving Peace Chin on chest Seeing Not seen All believing Not believed Breathing Achieving Peace Eyes closed Open space Alive Alone Being |
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I see shapeless emotions Behind lying eyes Divine devotion Floating in the sky’s Hear the echoes As the cross drifts away Shatters into shards In the cold light of day Hidden behind a mask Of my own face Delve back into memory Another time another place The book is open For all to see The pages don’t change But look different to me A stranger smiles in the mirror Laughing at the ghost of memory |
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Step into subconscious Meet yourself |
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My dreams are moments Captured and set free Timeless places Born from dust Force of will Holds them in place Fragile things
I look around What is deep Deep within me I can only feel it Ready to break Fragile thing |
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A new life Brings joy Tempered by thoughts of morbidity
Sudden realisation That death is undeniable Eventually Ultimately
But I long to be immortal |
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My Goddess, She carried an Angel Inside she nurtured his wings Telling him to be all he can be Telling him all manner of things
Her bond, Physical and Psychic Unbreakable, unable to be parted Her love, a living solid entity Growing stronger since this started
Through blood and liquid pain My goddesses power surges Our Angel prepares to fly As he gloriously emerges |
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Wrapped in muslin Restrained but not suffocating Perched on crochet arms As swirling smoke effervesces Through the haze I see you Wilted now as ever Beneath lies still the spark of youth All but an ember burning wearily
In worship at your feet For you are their creator They are fragments of you In them and us You will live forever Captured in perpetuity In sepia tones |
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No harm must come Protection at all costs But innocence preserved Signifies it's own loss This is my revelation Not the saviour of all Reserved for me alone A moment before the fall It shouts at me Screams, tears out my hair This is my regeneration A time at last for me to care Rise from the wreckage For it must be a new dawning Cast off the decades of sleep Arise to the glorious morning |
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There's dark in your eyes Prowling the shadows Ready to materialise And rip your life away This complicated tale that you construct Only serves the berserker Finger poised over self-destruct French kissing your destiny And what is left behind All that you cherished Imageless and blind What is you legacy |
All of the above poems are © copyright Verian Thomas 2000. They may not be copied or reproduced in part or in total without prior permission of the author.
I was born in 1967 in Aberdare, Wales. It is now the year 2000 and I am still alive and living in Warwickshire, England. At some point in the future I will die, but I don't know when or where just yet. I listen to music intravenously and write things down all the time. Occasionally, some of the rubbish that I do write down is worth repeating.
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