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The cumulutive effect, of wanton neglect, Is a hole where a heart should be. I speak from experience, in all its variants, And that’s exactly what happened to me. And even if one is pure, There still is no known cure, No hope in this world to be redeemed. This cruel, unholy defect, That onlyContinue reading “Beatless Heart”

Frosted windows as eyes, are caked. The sleeper awakes. Deadened extremities Limbs still numbed, The alarm hums. Sunlit stabbing Its clawed ingress. The mornings’ caress. Focus swimming, The daybreak buzz, Blows off the fuzz. Mountainous stairs, Down to kitchen glare. The kettle’s there. Cup and spoon, Plate and toast, Coffee’s mild roast. Finally alert, Slumbers’Continue reading “The Sleeper Awakes”

The concourse, Bursts with breakfasting people, Unaware that fate has marked them. Death is visiting here today. The offices, Clatter with clamourous commerce, Ignorant of the futility of the day. Trading will soon cease. The weather, Is gloriously sunny and bright, And from its realm, a bolt of fire rains. Cutting the morning astray. TheContinue reading “September Fire”

Shapes dance, In the corners of my eyes.  A cavorting demon, Made of shadow. I move, To try to see its face. It moves with me, Never captured. Eyes closed, Sleep gives me short respite. But in my dreams, they are, Made of light. I try, To ignore their playful gait. Focus ahead always, LookingContinue reading “Periphary”

Your love in silence, I did profess, But in my shyness, could not confess. Now, as I watch you undress, With no further need to impress, I finally can express. This night is our congress. Your smile, I fervently digress, Has me hypnotised nonetheless. And, as I blissfully tumesce, An invitational ingress, A love IContinue reading “Professor Of Falling”

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won’t you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you’re still dry The outlook’s fine though Wales might have some rain Saved again. Let’s skip the news boy (I’ll make some tea) The Arabs and the Jews boyContinue reading “Blood On The Rooftops by Steve Hackett & Phil Collins. I just love the Englishness portrayed in the lyric. One of my favourites”

I miss your laugh, I miss the silly things you’d say. I miss your horrible coffee, That I drank anyway. I could never love you like you loved me, And I think you knew, I would not stay. But, I miss you anyway. I miss your smile, I miss your kisses in the night. IfContinue reading “I Miss You”

The world weary soldier, And his motley band. Set out one Sunday, To visit the Nether Land. He’d heard of tales, Whispered in the dark, Of a man who breathes fire; And it ignited his spark. His group travelled afoot, In (some say) a vain quest, For thirteen days and nights, With only the merestContinue reading “The Quest For The Dragons’ Kiss”

I walk the bombed out streetsOn tired feet.There’s no-one alive to meet. The sky cries a grey tear,My way, unclear,No-one wants to come here. I want to leave this place,Change my name,My life,My face.But there is no release. This country is in my blood,It will not let me go,Until I am part of its flesh.UnderContinue reading “THE HEART OF MY COUNTRY”

There’s a space,That waits for the heartbeat to happen. There’s a space,An empty, yearning void I have had forever. It waits for you. © M.H.