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The Rhythm of My Heart
I dream of idle chatter
In a bar where nothing matters
Where sweet vibrations beat
In rhythm with my feet
And laughter comes so easy
Conversations light & breezy
Like a languid summers day
Where your mind can drift away
And eyes are full of winks
And lips are full with smiles
And beer flows like nectar
As we dance in different styles:
Some without rhythm
...Tuesday 2nd February 2021 6:47 am
The Darkness And The Light
I
and I alone
upon my bed of cobbled stone
Ponder
As my flesh weeps into gravel sheets
I ponder what it must be like
to be whole again
To feel I had a soul again
This dessicated shell
crumbles like mountain scree
down, down to the hungry, black sea
lapping and licking at the feet of my bed
dragging out, with the tide,
such meagre light from my hea...
Monday 12th October 2020 8:28 pm
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