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- Soul Stripped at allpoetry
A song lies half remembered,
midnight skin is fashioned into - Kiss at allpoetry
A kiss - whatever we want -
- August 19 1692 at allpoetry
Imploded the day they destroyed her sun,
felt the heart shattered faith die deep, - Stripped at allpoetry
Some days
I just want - J to J at allpoetry
A dancing fiction seduces the threads of my mind,
undulating consciousness twists untruths towards your - Now John at allpoetry
Four years of sculpted
illusions smashed by the click - Footnote at allpoetry
…he most greviously afflected me a great many times by pinching pricking and beating me allmost choaking me to death urging me vehemently to writ in his book.
The deposition of Elizabeth Hubbard against John Proctor Senior - Another Photograph at allpoetry
This latest image turns hesitantly within
my fingers as if you are newly born, not - 6136 at allpoetry
Crafted in a decade of excess, I gleamed and swaggered with hand sculpted arrogance, a prize few but the over indulged would ever attain. I was one of the first, my value immeasurable to those who felt the unity only a man in - The Song of Edward Bear at allpoetry
The Song Edward Bear Would Like to Sing Sad shelved marked each passing year, noting how - Lijah's Dream at allpoetry
Stalking proudly through the pampas - Tasting at allpoetry
A tentative reaching, the once innocent fingers flutter, pause - Shocked at allpoetry
Casually reading, hardly glancing till I catch your name, find myself - Opened at allpoetry
Fractured yet unbroken - confidently shy, horrendously - Still at allpoetry
Time’s crust grows heavy over the twenty four of our months – - Strange at allpoetry
Sometimes I hear a mad fly about my brain - A Wait at allpoetry
Time was cruel that year – we grew fat together – lazily enjoying - Hell, or why I hate that song so much at allpoetry
Hell was watching her hold your heart, white blistered needles drove into my mind - Held at allpoetry
Perennially seeking the answerless for escape, can - You never look at allpoetry
It’s not my fault you can’t always see I don’t disguise, it’s you - Who needs? at allpoetry
There’s days when I wish You could see me, just so - Hey John, what's your name again? at allpoetry
I hear you staring in the glass you press each finger slowly against its cold face - Skin at allpoetry
His scars narrate the existence - Some questions at allpoetry
Why does my head implode when it’s empty of you - - Ewan at allpoetry
Ewan asleep seems innocent of all I watch the soft rise and fall of fur - John's Letter at allpoetry
Dear Abby, When you read these words I’ll be dead. They won’t let me see you because they tell me I must suffer and that claws my soul. I’ve loved you more than my own life; you’ve made me happier than I have ever t - Frozen at allpoetry
Why are there 60 minutes in an hour? I wish there were a million - Everyone Knows at allpoetry
There’s a song he plays- everyone knows - Arms at allpoetry
John’s scars mean more to me than any love - Tell Me Why at allpoetry
Tell me why I love his madness it's a thirst unquenched - Waiting for the Man at allpoetry
Clock counting half breathing, - Men are Like Chocolate at allpoetry
Men are like chocolate, they fall into cliché – - A Rattle and a Hum at allpoetry
Plastic mask shudders a soft sigh sings - Window at allpoetry
No wonder it greyly rains, fat droplets patter against - You are at allpoetry
Your are... The yellow topaz of the eyes of my tiger - Someday at allpoetry
Someday I’ll know twenty-four hours will mean - Soft at allpoetry
Your morning voice drifts serenely through my dreams - Charades at allpoetry
I coat myself with confidence – smear a smile on arid lips, - Finding John at allpoetry
I cannot help if I worship at the altar of you. You are my - Departmental Blues at allpoetry
I couldn’t call them friends – associates, acquaintances, - Last Summer at allpoetry
Last summer was a joke but nobody laughed, - Maps at allpoetry
No atlas can direct me towards your destination. - Finding the Man - for John at allpoetry
When I first found him, he was all I wanted to consider, - Grandad at allpoetry
Yesterday was Grandad’s birthday, a tired old man we all forgot, sitting - Photograph at allpoetry
I have a photograph of you, your eyes are shuttered against the world. - Braindancing at allpoetry
Slivers of memory tango sensuously through an intertwining of us. - Breathing at allpoetry
Scarlet tubes snake beneath, muffled rhythms chase - Image at allpoetry
You fill my screen, eyes sealed in concentration, - Mythic at allpoetry
Idols fashioned from empty rumours – crassly moulded flashbulb images - Happiness is.... at allpoetry
Happiness is an adventure untasted, distilled and imperfect, - Susan's Letters at allpoetry
Written for Susan Owen on hearing the death of her eldest son, Wilfred, killed in action 4 November 1918 - Mansong after John at allpoetry
It was the wail of his voice, Jesus haired, tattoo shattered – - You're My Addiction, You at allpoetry
Fictionalising a fact of utter and shameless belief to decades of futile fantasy. - What was at allpoetry
I have grazed the face of hell but you, regardless and unheeding - Goody at allpoetry
I call her Goody W, she disguises it well, tears my ambition, drains my dreams, forces me - Sometimes (for J) at allpoetry
Sometimes to say I love you is never quite enough. - Three at allpoetry
Psalm fell to elegy for the drowning dreamchild drifting, floating, flailing against light. - Being who you are at allpoetry
Being who you are Isn’t always a roadmap of conformity – - Levels at allpoetry
Such intensity, an emotion of falling pain and longing intertwine in you - Johntime at allpoetry
In his time I play inside my head - Distances at allpoetry
Mile upon miles separate, divide but thoughts connect this electricity us. - Distances at allpoetry
Mile upon miles separate, divide but thoughts connect this electricity us. - Asleep at allpoetry
I would pledge my soul to sink, lose hope in what is meant to be, - Boy into Man at allpoetry
This faun eyed boy has fled through his elusive existence. The youth of adored arrogance - Song for Alistair at allpoetry
This boy who scrawls furiously - Clean at allpoetry
I am so clean my fingers chafe together - Polysyllables at allpoetry
That universe distorts around me, disjoints spiralling notions of inane distaste. - New Automatic Hamlet at allpoetry
His hopes are unborn, demanding carrion crowds be conquered in - Self at allpoetry
When no one else, no other invites a salvation of murmuring – we - Empty at allpoetry
She craves the hallucination of an untasted future, - Remembrance for John at allpoetry
I remember when the music exploded, the dreams were connected - Five Senses You at allpoetry
Whisper of moment a midnight death of day unmourned - Sandman at allpoetry
A spiralling blaze bursts and is born from the swift caress of his soul. - wishes at allpoetry
If I had a million wishes I’d pour them all in you. - Doors at allpoetry
Shut slamming, against ambition smashing you hear the mock, mock mocking hilarity - Leaf Song at allpoetry
Crushed velvet ribbon enfolds me with his - no denial at allpoetry
She says, with the vehemence of arrogance, her own innate knowledge of me – - A song to sing when I'm lonely at allpoetry
I would pledge my soul to sink, lose hope in what is meant to be, - This is how I feel at allpoetry
Did you dream of me last night? Recall the wasted hours at your expense? - Then Reappeared (for J) at allpoetry
Six times you died, a repetitive Christ - Stickman (for J) at allpoetry
Stickman (for J)
Stickman tasted death till the angels spat -
scrawled out - Your Smile at allpoetry
Your Smile
is rare, fleeting, a solemn ghost -
