__The Path Less Travelled
An overgrown path, entwined with natures trouble
A mass of lyrical perfection, baffled in spiritual muddle
A complex infrastructure of unknown culture
Visually original, invincible as the collective picture
An epic sanctum, lamented in stickiness
Crawling ignorance behind closed lids of an audience
Drowning the taste of nature’s Earthly bustle
Silky laughter like crystal-kissed descriptions
Blanker than whiteness; an expressionless dress
Hiding the synthetic skin of realness
Masking the translucent races and double faces
In the wild suffocating depths of unconsciousness
Consistently persistent in the ignorance of insolence
Continuously transparent to the capacity of spirituality
Infinite minds caged in the security of logical certainty
Emotions fuelled with the energy of incomprehension
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Place With No Memory
I want to find a warm place with no memory
Where nothing in this world can ever tempt me
Somewhere beautiful where my head can be free
A beach in winter, a place
perfectly empty
A bed I can wake from and find nothing but calm
Somewhere senile, safe from the Serpent's charm
Where I can dance naked across Nature's open palm
And
smile and smile and smile and smile and cry
A hidden little world where I can live most simply
With a little food, a little warmth, a whisper from the sea
And a kiss and caress from Natures own security
A field at night, a place perfectly empty
There must be a place not raised by newspaper editors
Where children are not dictated by day-care centres
But where time is guided by the wonder of unknown cultures
Where people aren't too scared to enter new adventures
Forever I've been on a venture to find such a place
I'm starting to believe it exists only deep behind my face
But I will never give up
looking for my little place
And I will never give up looking for my little place
__Heavy Grey
Dirty
rotting seaside town
Groynes rotting, rotting faces
Dusk; backs bent slightly more
Lips leaning lower to our mausoleum
Memories locked like stagnant smog
Woven into black tarmac.
Curtains rising
Footsteps into the tomb of new
forgotten histories
Locals in locals
Fading into furniture
Forgotten
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