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Some old poems

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  • 11-03-2006 10:53pm
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    dazberry
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    I happened :eek: across an old jotter in which I had written a number of poems many years ago. I was of course a lot younger and far far too dramatic. I've included the 3 erm - best?. Enjoy D.

    A Journey to Contentment
    For two by ten and one we cut the waves,
    but never was so caustic the day Earth's breath twisted round us in laughter,
    and our bow was corrupted 'neath the seas might.

    Our way lost well within our darkest fear,
    through no star could see our despair as we strained bloodshot in the choking mist,
    and knew a jarring end just a kiss away.

    Life grew colder in the elements rage,
    our knuckles white and forehead rough in defence of our hull evermore so numb,
    and how we passed questions unanswered.

    Handful times breathing soft and tender serenity,
    balming our heads and hands slurred pain under the suns apothecary stroke,
    around horizons ribbons and smiles.

    Yet times turn foul more often than is nice,
    to tear our day and toss our night teased by those moments few and precious,
    and so much worse for knowing better.

    19th May 1993


    Death Incarnate
    Feeling like death on the inside,
    starve to forget the pain,
    just lie there numbly screaming,
    and you fight is all in vain.

    Wall alike a quiver of flesh,
    just killed and dancing for death,
    lick clean the butchers blade tip,
    and kiss goodbye to your breath.

    7th July 1993


    Beach the Whale
    Dancing in waves the troubles of life,
    stepping a peace to cut a deep slice,
    around your wrist a vein of despite,
    watch your toes!

    Chopping strokes of visionary despair,
    slicing the water away from the shore,
    stinging blur for hazing no more,
    wear a smile!

    Ploughing in lines - the formulation,
    gouging the soil in desecration,
    the soothing cuts of penetration,
    wash your hands!

    Stealing away on a lifting mood,
    breaking of parts that should collude,
    flying away in a bid to exclude,
    spread your wings!

    Reclining on a summers beach,
    the waters so far you can no longer reach,
    and you shall die before their return,
    to save yourself from the waters burn.
    The air is heavy for you to breath,
    the sea is gone with your oxygen feed,
    you flounder in ebb as the waters flow,
    goodbye dear friends its time to go.

    13th July 1993


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