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Wake Up – Layne Staley
Wake up young man,
It's time to wake up
Your love affair has got to goFor 10 long years
The leaves to rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go,Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the hazeMoving onward
So an Infection
Not a phaseThe cracks and lines
From where you gave up
They make an easy man to readFor all the times
You let them bleed you
For little peace from god you plead
...and beg
Monthly Archives: June 2014
Trust
“But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.” – Graham Greene
Lionheart
we pursue a sense of clarity deciphering unwritten scriptures fables of the visionary sanction a revolt through fossilised footprints only the will of a lionheart seeks refuge through enacting the prophecy adrift at sea navigating through darkness storm clouds shelter … Continue reading
Fertile New World
Cryptic reasons inscribed in mystery Exposed scars linger for the interpreters It’s colour-blind When emulating rainbows Intentions attested in its history Preserved by the appointed royal guards I failed to embrace it’s transparency I failed to absorb it’s dreaming Flora … Continue reading
Echidna
Visions of you gracefully Skipping upon Liszt Infused compositions. A shadow of Isadora In soulful harmony with Hummingbirds Making love amongst Delicate sunflower petals I long for the moment In time. Reserved for the Two of us. When the Purple … Continue reading
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Confession
would you believe i can love; i can trust reveal an inner self picture book left open for a mother to read her child at bed time convince another soul what they see is real what I portray is true … Continue reading
Secrets
avoiding conflict answers a needs know basis close guarded secrets tradition and history should be gifts celebrated © Leroy Wilson
Burnt
nothing is infinite each fire burns out ashes and memories diluted remnants of passion; of untruths tortured poetic justice immersed in reason stale cryptic answers mask perceptions of acceptance; of angels © Leroy Wilson