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Careless caress

Careless caress

08/12/17

Oh she rose like Emily’s forgiveness in a state of duress.

She manifest a kindness that sways judgement without justice in one caress.

I sank like a Poseidon murmur when I heard her cry out. I yearned for blue murder.

An eternity in the mind of a squeaky chalkboard scratches my name through hollow halls of the world’s nose and I breathe easily in the delight of your future.

Cold to the touch I seal the sutures.

Blood curdling hopes as she strikes a new pose and desire, oh desire.

She rose like Emily’s forgiveness in a state of duress.

Judgement without justice.

Caress.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Endlessly Winking.

Endlessly winking.

05/12/17

Tonight the shutter winked endlessly, capturing your memories until you were nothing but a blur in the aura of candlelight.

I was as cold as I was warmed.

You saw through me until we were one another’s memory.

I just hope you recall as often as I do.

Sleep until the day we meet again.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Mud

Mud

09/12/17

Blazing saddles of stagnant glory.

How the water doesn’t heal but pours before me.

I see the cleansing heated clear meaning, natural and sparkly features of the believing and I sit in blazing saddles of stagnant glory.

Writing, writing and rewriting my own one word story.

Mud – the autobiography.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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Pretending

Pretending

04/12/17

In the sea you bury yourself in the suns rays pretending the heat doesn’t get to you.

Your warm escapism always told such lies.

The pages crisp up and brown off as the leaves turn a new autumn morning to parent a new story without warning.

Your glory empties the seashore of all the love we had before.

Tied to a vast plain where the thirst kisses the rain where we were meant to renew,

Again and again and again and…

© G.P Williamson 2017

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I want to feel the healing.

I want to feel the healing.

08/11/17

I want to feel the healing.

Raise the roof to adequate consecration.

Be the being I’m being as A run down get up and go human being.

I can’t see him.

I want to feel the pouring warm water down a mountain of clear wonder.

Silence internal chatter mad hatter all that nonsense doesn’t matter.

Pitter patter.

Droplets frozen.

I want to feel the healing.

My heart’s open.

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

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By the time…- more old poems.

By the time…

16/11/13

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

A nun’s lost her faith to another youthful man who found her hidden place.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

Another child is born nine months and one life old it took the mother’s lifeless form.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette.

Another home is lost, a teenager’s confidence is crushed, a parent’s shattered moth.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

A bible has been ripped, another lost soul discovered they are unequipt.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

An American soldier has landed with a final paycheck, home but reprimanded.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

A politician’s been paid. Greed within the media & reputation stained.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

A young man will have been cut, he’ll confuse himself with doubts to be subdued one night by a sl*t.

By the time I’ve finished this cigarette,

You’ll be walking out the door.

Extinguished underfoot.

Goodnight forevermore.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

 

 

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Did you?

Did you?

01/11/17

Did you make space in your heart for you to fit?

Once you’d opened up like a paper man did you make a place for it to hang?

Hold too tightly and you’ll break clean in two.

That won’t do.

That won’t do.

Did you?

Did you keep the coat with your name in?

The one that’s just for you?

For times of trouble in winter for things to see you through.

Did you?

Did you keep the little book of memories to reread over cocoa?

To reminisce the kindling bask in the warmth and glow.

Did you?

Did you leave space again for when you’re back complete?

Space for another love who you are yet to meet?

Did you?

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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