Crazy

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In plain sight
across an empty road
Laid a still shadow
weighed down by gravity
Welcoming the scavengers
it grew lightly
Piece by piece
transforming into energy
Dissipating
helplessly
Until morning and the sun rose
the shadow decomposed
There,
my love goes…

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I’ll See You Tomorrow

A legend in her own landscape

I’ve been to a place where people go to die
Living until the last of their lives
Head held high

I worked in the valley of riches
Pushed heavy carts as I dragged my feet
Beat

The valley of riches and the valley of death
Lovers hold hands as the ship sinks
The lonely wait to reconvene
One last blink

This isn’t a love story, though
It’s just something all should know
Life comes and goes
Death keeps no toll

I’ve seen him look her in the eyes
Without compromise
Left a husband
Left a son
Now they’re left with no one

Dazed is the look on their face
Having conversions with a wall
Living at their pace
Until they take that final fall

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Irresolute
Weak
But waving

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Hope it is
Hope held tight
For the fear of the light
Is greater than the fear of tomorrow

But the poor soul doesn’t always go when it wants
It leaves the body when it’s time is done
Leaving you saying “I’ll see you tomorrow…”
To absolutely no one.

So leave me here in the valley of tears
The valley of riches
The valley of death
Because where tomorrow isn’t promised today is cherished

Wonderland Dreamers

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A collection of lost souls
Caught up in individual woes

Rags to riches
Riches to rags
The dreamers of wonderlands
Looking only at what they have

Revenge curls the ends of the black hair
As he kisses her tight
Life of misery
A life of blithe

Up high they wander
Up high at night

Singing songs of the ancestors
Dancing while smoking their pipes

Painting the sky with dusted stars
Cross my heart
Play the games of the wandering souls
But you’ll never understand the troubles or woes

Truth in her Palm

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After midnight
The sun rested
The moon awake

Nocturnal lullabies calm the fearful
Percussion vibrations liberate the willful
Bass

Count to ten and start again
The motions of the liberal

She will kiss him on the cheek
Intentions discrete
But the truth lies within her palm
Seduction and all joyfully wrong

Her mate passes without a clue
Her loyalty anew
The man at which she holds the hand
Is not her lover too

Baring skin in a game that no one wins
Temptation is devils play
Numinous affairs as the two of them lay

Between them only sheets
Kisses that are not so discrete
And a love that holds no emotion
Unattached with no devotion

As the sun awakes
And the moon has had its day
She will return to the loyal hand
Only to think of the other man

Her secrete will lie with her to rest
But her heart will always be off set
Troubling the mind
Walking blind

Forever in his debt

Recycled: “Fairy Tale”

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A poem about a love lost by distance, Fairy Tale.

Where the Lovers Go

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I live where the real people live
Where the beggars beg
And the givers give

I want to go where the lovers go
Where time passes but not so slow
And there’s no difference between the fool’s gold

As dawn breaks the sun pierces the clouds
The dew drops
But the rain is never loud

For some, tomorrow will bring sorrow
Others will return upon what they borrow

Left abandoned and creating rust
Only a few can you trust

Hypocrisy shines a bright light through the stained glass
As the saints and the sinners return to mass

We walk together
Wandering
Only some are free

But I’d rather be where the lovers be

London

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Kissed her lips in the bitter cold
Her hands in his pockets to rid the bite of frost
There was no rush to get home

So they continued to walk

Heals clicked on the cobble stone
As music notes around them dance

“Você é linda”

The bells tolled
But in the moment they were lost
One that could never mock

Feet lifted and flown
Floating on air at first glance

“Tu és o meu amor”

A love that was bold
Two paths graciously crossed

She left her heart in London
She left

her

heart

“Eu vou sempre me lembrar de você”

Playing with Fire

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Dear mother why haven’t you warned me
I keep on playing with fire to cure the lonely
Needed to keep warm but can’t get to close
Stepping nearby and beginning to provoke

Illusions dance in the flames
Shadows and sights- difficult to not embrace

See what you want to see in the golden blaze
Overlooking the pain of the inferno
Begin to saunter closer in a daze
Bit by the fire and embers glow

How does the toxic air taste?

The ribbons of red will never set you free
And forever you will be reminded by scars of agony

Dear mother I wish you would have taught me
This would be painless to foresee
Being cold will send you shivers
And anything is better than those embers
That the fire will blow into its storm

Wicked

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The windows were open bringing in the movement of the night
This chill in the air sends shivers up the spines of the wicked
And calms those who are kind
Let the wind blow and welcome autumn.
Let the wind make it right

“Hey Mr Brown Eyes don’t let your whole life pass you by”
She whispered in his ear before the summer had departed
“I won’t as long as you’re by my side”
He responded so lighthearted

Summer came and gone
Like the peaking waves at dawn
Just like the season he’s vanished and turned shy
Not knowing its ok to no longer be her guy

For its autumn that blows in all the fury
Makes the air crisp and freezes the worry
There’s no need for the summer light
When all that brings fright is slumbering well into the autumn night

Let that cool air bite every time she’s reminded of those eyes
Because like playing with fire there is no compromise
Remember the grasps of air while she pulled on his hair
Love is a game that is not fair

Let the wicked be wicked
And the kind be kind
For it’s the changing of the seasons
No reasons
No rye

Recycled: Strangers

History has a tendency to repeat itself: 
Strangers
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