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What Would I Take With Me?

What would I take with me

if you breathed your last tomorrow,

aside from memories, dashed and broken

now upon the storm, driven by despair,

what on Earth would I take

with me

as I searched in vain for you?

 

A wide open world with a single aim

to witness in the flesh

all that I could in the year

and a day I would allow myself

to exist in mourning, whilst blisters

tore at my back and festering wounds

bubbled and scorched at the edge

Hannah And The Song.

No matter

how many times you make me feel

as though I must apologise,

I never hear the slightest murmur of a returned regret

or explanation, just the continued self-justified

rant of the hardly innocent, ever smiling, resolutely angry and bitter soul.

Is it possible

to feel more degraded than the way you made me feel,

the contradiction of the argument, the swallowing

of the pride in which would allow my dog

that barks down my ear, growls with impatience,

that slowly salivates and allows to drip

The Tricks of The Mind

The sound of the Nordic God’s anger thunders in my ears

as Freya plays with seduction a song in which to entrap

My O.K. Internal Haze and give rise to the tricks of the mind.

The Nordic Gods play havoc with the landscape, the boundary

between my vision and the vast sea that was crossed by Freya in search

of someone to take notice of the gentle notes of joy, despair and anguish,

the dominant emotion of love for the guitar she wields with a shy smile.

Her weapon, simpler than the Ax favoured by more aggressive

The Battle Of The Garden Path.

You stare at my garden and state the sodding obvious that it is full of weeds

Uncontrolled, uninhabited plants that clamber through and undermine the foundation.

I tried cutting them back for you but I instead threw more enthusiastic seeds

In amongst the cobwebs that covers damaged stone and masonry complication.

These webs are personal; they cover the cracks in the paving stone path that leads

From my door to yours, and whilst you keep your side so

Faultless and dazzling, trimmed, ordered and full of flowering beads,