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~ Listen Here ~

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~ Listen Here ~

Hear this heart sing
Though you try to silence it
And wish me to get in line
Suppressing my spirit
I shall continue to refuse
For I know that sanity of yours
Is slowly killing you
Your tired eyes tell it all
Your soul is screaming for music
And I do not wish to kill my song too
No conformity or career
Will put an end to this
As this grey world continues
You’ll find me dancing within
Where my song plays loud
Shaking the walls and windows
Keeping me thoroughly alive
And no amount of knocking at the door
Will cause this precious symphony
To stop soaring.

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~ Eyes to the Sky ~

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~ Eyes to the Sky ~

I want to say something that has never been said
But the reality is that I’m just another man
Having the same experience of life as many other men
No matter how unique one believes their feelings
They have been experienced before by some other poor fool
Who couldn’t quite make sense of this crazy world
But I’m going to say it anyway:

Born into this fragile skin
I was always going to end up scarred
But I didn’t expect the cuts to go this deep
As I stand here now at the age of thirty-one
Still a shaking, shivering mess inside
Wondering where the hell it is I belong
And how I’m going to find my way through these woods
To finally find my place in the sunlight
That seems to be there beyond the trees
As I look up at that light streaming in,
Its presence teasing me almost.

Perhaps a person was never meant to have it all
But only to get flickers of the good life
Those precious rays that sometimes filter through
That touch the skin and widen the eyes
Before the darkness of the forest returns
And the fight continues.

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~ Spontaneous Saturday Evening Poem ~

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~ Spontaneous Saturday Evening Poem ~

It’s a Saturday evening and I’m home alone
Trying to write a poem
I’m listening to ambient music
Looking at pretty pictures of sunsets
Hoping that inspiration will strike
As the words come flooding onto the page.

It’s a strange process that is hard to explain
But doing this, instead of being at the bar,
Well it gives me the sort of joy
That one only gets when they are in touch
With something spiritual and sacred.

For some reason I decided to be a writer
I’ve been doing it for over ten years now
Nothing has really made much sense to me
Except when I’m organising words together.

School didn’t come naturally
Jobs didn’t come naturally
Social life didn’t come naturally
But for some reason this did.

And that’s why I’m here tonight
Still giving it all that I’ve got
Sailing out on the sea of creative thought
Lowering my net into the depths
And trying to catch a big juicy
200 pound poem to take home
And display on my wall.

For now it appears I’ve only caught this one
Which, admittedly, isn’t my best
But hey, I’m having fun
Typing these words
Jamming out alone
On a Saturday evening.

I’ll think I’ll even crack open a beer
As I keep on sailing on this sea
Doing the thing which puts everything in the right place
Which makes me feel like I’m on that dancefloor
Busting my moves and celebrating life
In all its strange joy.

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~ Free Time ~

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~ Free Time ~

Another weekday
It’s 9pm again
And the temptation to turn on the television
And watch some crap appears.

No, I say to myself
This is the time to create
To write some words
And share some truth.

So here I am back at the keyboard
Persevering with my poems
As my girlfriend learns piano.

What’s the point, I sometimes wonder
It’d be so much easier to sink into a groove
To find some comedy series
And let my mind be numbed
After a long day at work.

It does feel good,
When the odd good poem comes along
But too often it’s just hours
Of staring at the screen
Starting and deleting sentences
Going around and around
In your own mind
Searching for that something
Which you imagine no one else has ever said
As you write the poem that changes the world
That will cause everyone to become enlightened
As the climate crisis is averted
And world peace is finally announced.

In reality, you just type more words
To post onto your blog
To be read by fifteen people
Somewhere around the world
Whom you’ll never meet
Or even message.

Well, look, I guess this is one more poem
The third one of the evening, in fact
I’m not sure if they’re any good
But at least I can feel like I’ve earned
An episode of The Simpsons now.

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~ My Way ~

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~ My Way ~

I guess I was always a little wild
A little rebellious, a little reckless
From a young age, I walked my own path
Following the signposts of the soul
Rather than the signposts of society
I trusted the authority of my intuition
Rather than any government or institution
I still feel this way; each person must find
Their own path through this wilderness
If they are to find out who they truly are
And get the most out of this life.

Self-direction is the way
And I will never stop thinking for myself
Nor settle down into some sofa
Turning on a TV and turning off my mind
I shall follow this internal compass to whatever end
For without it, I would not have found
The joy that I now store in my soul
The fire that burns in my heart
And the truth that runs through
My words.

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~ Born Again ~

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~ Born Again ~

Open your heart up to the world
You know you want to let that light flow inside
To awaken your inner world with colour
Radiating through your body.

It’s time for your life to really begin
You can keep hiding from it
And many do their whole lives
But these days I know you’ve been longing
To feel that energy surge through you
As your eyes meet the dawn
And the starry dance of the cosmos
Can be seen in your smile.

Write your words
Climb your mountains
Drive down the highways
That will take you somewhere
Where your days will have renewed
Passion and purpose.

Let the world invite you forward
And leap into its possibility
As your story becomes richer
Each moment so much more vivid
That heart once again full
Of childhood joy and curiosity.

You know, I once met a man
Who wanted to kill himself
Before he did that, he thought
He’d blow all his money
On a final trip in Mexico
He flew to that country
Ate tacos, drank beer
Made new friends
Surfed the waves
And watched the sunsets
On the pacific ocean
And finally he decided
That his story wasn’t over.

Finally he decided that there was still joy in life
By just changing his attitude and expectations
And by screwing up the story
He had written on a piece of paper
That wasn’t really himself
Just a tired old narrative
That was in need of a new chapter.

There’s light in this world
There will always be light in this world
If only we open ourselves up to it
Each day is a new birth is possible
Should we learn to be a bit more destructive
Breaking down those self-made walls
Which have constricted our view
Of an all too beautiful world
That is aching for us to experience it

That is aching for us
To take that trip

That is aching for us
To be born again.

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~ Touching The Flame ~

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~ Touching the Flame ~

Another one reduced to tears
And I can’t help but think
Of all the broken hearts tonight
Head in hands, tears on cheeks
As the candles flicker beside baths
And the warmth leaves the heart
Swallowed up by a great sadness
That seems destined to find us all
At some point in our lives.

What is there to do
But just try to keep it together
As the shaking hand turns the tap
And the face forces another smile
Silently struggling through the days
All of us together as our private pains
Continue to fester in our hearts.

This world is a secret tragedy
And when I look around all I see are broken people
Fighting through the heartache; reorganising their lives
Still searching for that one great love
To complete what can not be completed
To heal what cannot be healed.

Like moths to flame we chase a feeling
That continually sears and scalds us
But somehow leaves us wanting more.

I’m starting to come to the conclusion
That I don’t think we were suppose to ever find it
And perhaps a part of us doesn’t want to.

A part of us wants the tears to continue to pour
The candles to continue to flicker
And our hearts continue to ache
For the strange and irresistible feeling
Of being burnt in some fire
That reminds us we’re alive.

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~ Trembling Leaf ~

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~ Trembling Leaf ~

Standing on a lonesome street
On a late September afternoon
With a pain howling in my heart
As I stare into the dark grey sky
Pleading for the summer sun to return.

Please don’t let me fade out like this
Silently and slowly into the distance
With each passing day
And each missing kiss
I feel myself disappearing in a void
No longer able to touch you
Or be the one that you called home.

And now I run alongside the river
Where I see the entrance of your street
Across the field where we played frisbee
And laughed in that summer sun.

Well, now the autumn is here
And I see the leaves turning brown
The first few falling in front of my face
Showing the changing of the seasons
As my inbox remains empty of your messages
As our dreams evaporate more each day
And my heart wilts like those leaves
Waiting for the breath of life it needs
Only delivered by your gentle touch
And your radiant sunshine eyes
That stirred my senses, nurtured my soul
And awakened me to true life.

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~ A Savage Spirit ~

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~ A Savage Spirit ~

My fight was a savage attack
Facing down my demons in the darkest of all woods
Bitten and bleeding in places I didn’t know existed
Cut up, skinned alive, the teeth sunk into my throat
As I snarled and fought, red-eyed, a wild creature myself
I became something I had to become; a necessary survival
Carrying deep wounds but somehow still alive;
A long way from the unblemished, innocent child
And those colourful days of candy and crayons
Far behind me as I now carry the tears in my flesh
And the ferocious lust for survival in my eyes
That causes each creature to fight till the bloody death; 
To overcome a hostile and seething environment
The evolution of each thing tested by this world
To either be consumed by the beasts
Or become one yourself.

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~ A Bad Dream~

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~ A Bad Dream ~

It was a bad dream, I think
I was standing in some strange place
And all my friends had faded away
All the feelings had faded away
Time had shipped out much of my joy
And I was left standing in an empty port
Of an abandoned town
Wondering what to do next
With my ragged life.

I wandered back out into the wilderness
And felt the nakedness of myself
Totally alone with no path to follow
Only one to forge to somewhere else
That might harbour me and my madness.

The way led me through harsh lands
I knew not what would become of me
And as night came the stars shone bright
I gazed up to them with weary eyes
Confused and trapped in some world
Whose origin was unknown.

Nowhere seemed to be the place
Where I set down my bags for good
And I drifted onward in my journey
Carrying a great sadness in my heart
Wondering what the point was
To this strange story.

At times, I thought that I had missed my boat
Perhaps I was supposed to join the others
And follow their ships to a new world
Instead I chose to follow the voice out there
Calling me into this barren wilderness
That had left me bedraggled and bewildered
With no chance of finally finding my way
As the wolves howl and vultures circle above
As a cold wind blows and the earth begins to shake….

Then suddenly I wake up
But the dream isn’t over
I stare into the mirror
I’m one day older
Carrying more hardship in my heart
Going to a job I don’t want to do
Surrounded by people I can’t relate to
And I realise that the wilderness in my dreams
Is no different to the one I wander in now
Perhaps there are more people around
And I am slightly more static
But I am a lone wanderer in this life
Passing through doorways; shaking hands
Attending to the tasks required of me
But still, all the while, I’m out there
In some great unknown
Drifting, searching
Caught in some dream
And I think it’s a bad one.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure,

It’s a bad one.