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Lost and found

She’d no idea how much she’d missed
The lava flow of being kissed
The tender force of nature’s touch
Trapped within its lustful clutch

The hand that ran behind her neck
The rocks that caused her ship to wreck
As helpless now as she could be
In came the tide, in came the sea

Electric darts now twist and spin
As each new one shoots down her skin
Her fall could last forevermore
She’d found that kiss, and wanted more



100’000 heartbeats
That beat with us no more
100’000 laughter’s
That we will hear no more
100’000 bursting smiles gone
Those smiles that we’d adore

100’000 messages
That they won’t read no more
100’000 families
Are torn up and much more
100’000 lovely people gone
They’ve gone forevermore

100’000 grieving hearts
That need to grieve much more
100’000 promises
Were promised so much more
100’000 why oh why’s
We all expected more

100’000 funerals
My God, how many more?
100’000 broken dreams
They’d dreamt of so much more
100’000 words of shame
I just can’t write no more



There inside her secret drawer
The drawer that hid her treasure
Were noisy things and quiet things
But all are there for pleasure

For she would sync with her machines
On journeys in her mind
Where she would often close her eyes
The pleasure better blind
The pleasure set atop her bed
That sometimes had a judder
As in her dream when at the end
Her treasure brings a shudder

Then back inside her secret drawer
Those secret things would stay
To wait for other fantasies
Those dreams she likes to play


Whose coping?

Today I sit and ask who’d care?
For me and friends
This life we share
The lonely path on which we’ve trod
Our meeting others
Good or odd
Our loving laughter, days of tears
The fighting forward
With our fears
To wake amidst the morning war
Reflections of
The night before
We try to focus through the smog
Our mind now trapped
Inside its fog
Each day a battle just to live
Without a focus
The nowt to give
Our smile or message we’re ok
Protecting us
It’s just our way
Our overwhelming burdening
A sense of guilt
For suffering
For we the silent, stoic folk
Are empath people
Sadly broke
So please give us a little air
Some time to think
To find our flair
For you are always on our mind
Sharing smiles
With our kind
Let’s not have judgement or disdain
For all of us
Have inner pain
It’s time we listened, shared a smile
Thoughts of others
Every while
For all of us have needs of hope
Let’s all reach out
To help can’t cope



On a cold November evening
She sat at home alone
She wasn’t sure of who she was
Nor what she had become

A million tiny bottles
Tied to her weary mind
Each day she tied another there
Those bottles made her blind

I wish she’d smash those bottles up
Then turn thoughts into speech
So, she can cleanse her inner soul
Keep bottles from her reach


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