September 2010
12 posts
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Gossip
No one ever gossips about the best in people.
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Missing
There is a way that lives enchained
around solitude,
the look of neglected milk
finding each incurable morning with listless
taps that always seem to drip with heels on.
The day wears the face of old wood
stranded shipwrecked upon an island
with a single tree ablaze,
a jealous vampire sweeps the floors
with a wading army of
reincarnated slaves, hunting the moon
of my thoughts.
The stillness...
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Tuesday: 3.36pm
The green tea sits perfectly still
in waters grave
like the discipline of a coffin
it sleeps dreamless.
I hear the neighbour next door
running the blades of his mower
over a receding patch of grass,
raising the smell of autumn
to my loose window,
lending me an open clock
that delivers him Sunday long walks with a wife
gone.
School closes its books
kids trample the pavements
with laughter and...
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Haiku 5
As the night time comes
My day finds its last pillow
Waking all my dreams
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Friday's Girl
I remember a girl
I once shared a bed and perception with
she would wake up to me
each morning
looking for the sun
I would wake up to her
each afternoon
looking for peace
I blinded her
and she screamed
she left me on Friday
packing her life
into a note that read
WARNING: It’s easy to love someone like you.
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I Remember A Grandfather
They say life goes on
my grandfather said
we die many times
closing his last eye.
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Mother's Poem
My mother said
if I loved her
I would keep the next poem
short.
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The Waltz Of A Shadow
How there is so much pain
in the moon
I pick your memory from,
mould the cheekbones to your face
with a lost love,
dropping you off
inside me by a lemon pool of eyelids.
It’s this that comes back
to find me
as the bass line runs
The memory of your turn
boots me down a canyon,
the sound of your dreams
bring oceans to my eyes,
the weight of your shadow
defeats my leap into heaven
leaving me...
For The World
Embrace the world, leave nothing but a trail of kisses so when you’re gone every persons lips will miss you.
Anthony Anaxagorou
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“The soul needs little, the ego needs more.”
– Anthony Anaxagorou
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My book of poems called The Lost Definition of... →
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Foolish Words
Why, they ask me
are all your songs so sad?
Why do your words melt
like brilliant snow
into metaphors that are neither
warm nor cold,
nor whistle with every bounce of perfect day.
Instead, they pour like jagged seasons
into the mouths of lives
that were never supposed
to amend –
minds that were never supposed
to know better.
They speak of a sadness
that fill me with genocide sir,
but you...