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thE dATe

Waiting at the station for an empty train

That’s full of empty people standing in the rain,

Waiting at the station for the train to come

To open my grey old world to a distant sun.

 

Listen to the doors shut as it speeds away

Leaving from the platform

Leaving shadows of dismay

 

Disappearing down the line with it goes all hope

Of meeting her and touching her and feeli...

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EDgeS

The edge of the sea is the edge of the sand

The edge of the sky is the edge of the land

The edge of the stars is the edge of my hand 

The edge of your breath is the edge where I stand.

 

Reaching up through the gaps

Fingers stretched until they snap

Feeling for the other side 

Feeling out to catch the ride

 

Sweet sweet breath upon my lips 

Give my senses wild wild...

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LU / st

As tall as a statue as pale as a ghost 

with red ruby lips that I like the most

the delicate waist the pale pale skin

The scent of anticipation I revel in 

 

Striking a pose to best effect

Perfectly from feet to neck

Slowly melting to the floor

Shut the blinds and lock the door

 

Outlined now against the sheets

Lying back with arms to greet

A warmth and heat int...

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ThE FaaAWn

The black dog walks in the room and leaves me in the cloud and gloom

The January skies are grey the nights are long with shortened day

Rain falls down as shards of glass

That pierce the soul and through me pass

The depths of winter, the winds of hell 

Drive down and try me to fell

 

The night sky boils with melted brains,

And swirl around with white hot chains

And rain d...

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hOl-Es!,,,,

Holes are where we come from

Holes are where we go

Holes you need to hang a shelf 

You make a hole to sew

 

Holes are small and holes are large

Some as big as houses

Some have holes in their socks 

And others in their trousers

 

Where would we be without our holes

To extricate our fluids

Everyone has several holes 

And that includes the Druids

 

Holes f...

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hOl-Es!,,,,

Holes are where we come from

Holes are where we go

Holes you need to hang a shelf 

You make a hole to sew

 

Holes are small and holes are large

Some as big as houses

Some have holes in their socks 

And others in their trousers

 

Where would we be without our holes

To extricate our fluids

Everyone has several holes 

And that includes the Druids

 

Holes f...

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FAail. InG aGaAin

A soldier in a muddy trench 

We watch the film but not the stench

Of comrades drenched in young red blood

That fall unknown in putrid mud

 

The shells thud is constant measure

Young lives slip as buried treasure

To the earth they disappear 

Leave  sweet hearts in daily fear,

 

Move on now just a hundred years

And loved ones still are shedding tears

For family th...

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BReaa. THE BreAtH

Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out

Measuring the time, measuring the doubt

Measuring the celebration of life within

Breathe out again, breathe in

 

Step one step two, pacing out another measure

Leave behind our steps for others to treasure

Breathing out our way through paths 

That take us through the light and dark

 

Breathing in our lovers breath

Breath...

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Fe/Ar

 

 Ghosts in the room they sit on my bed

They swirl in the dark and enter my head

They stir up the memories of life gone before

They float to the ceiling and crash through the floor

 

They wake me up in the dead of night

And make me scream stiff with fright

wake up with sweat that soaks my back

Or cold as ice that splits and cracks

 

I breathe them in a spit them o...

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ThE pAss Ion

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ThE PaSs I oN

 Setting suns gently sink into the night 

They leave the world without a light.

To rise again in every dawn with reds that grace the sky each morn.

 

To caress the world with gentle rays that dance amongst the meadow maze

It warms the earth with gentle care to bring us life that we can share

 

As I t...

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