3 Poems

quincyk

Feed Me Fire
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The Obligatory notions and compulsions
of our times.
the standings still, the withered smiles,
the wording of our rhymes
the innocence of nothingness and the
shame that it brings
the deep core of our broken heart
and the hope one day it sings
our blemished freedom, tainted by a
love that will never come
the thought that one day we will lie down
and vanish beneath the sun
the aching faces, the missed sightings,
the letters of despair
the prolonging sense of fear
forever hanging in the air
and yet there is an age,
regretful but still free
masquerading the small mistakes
that make us what we will forever be
the stars, the trees, houses, buildings,
stood loosely in the sky,
a burning spiritual nirvana
one which we know will never die.

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Hide Your Fires
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Through the plethora of the night-sky
and the pain of being new
I curse my words and the face
which your eyes just look right through
condemned by your predictions
scorned by my willingness to die
under my false pretense,
your cries hang heavy in the night
your choice, my words,
both you and I
entice each other with what-could-have-beens
and never-ending lies
In your life you drowned me
and in your heart I smiled
for I knew i would awake,
holding you in my arms, whilst floating through the plethora of the skies.

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Point Pleasant
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Oh fervent views of immediacy
come render me obsolete
drag me through the empty lots
to where our wishes meet
because this evolution
has got me questioning the most truthful of lies
trawl me through the ageing seas
to where our sailing expectations capsize

Oh innocent thoughts of creativity
come paint my shallow face
walk me through the most idyllic of gardens
the ones we searched for days and days
because my occupations and standards
have reached no dizzy heights
guide me through the darkest of ages
the once where we once aimed our lights

Oh cynical predictions of certainty
come feel me lie down
push me through your angelic landscapes
to where we'll hear the sounds
because this decreasing spirituality
has murdered a child inside
sift me through the black sheets of rain,
the ones where we one day hope to hide.

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Thanks:)

Steve_o

Very nice, i enjoyed them!!!