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Into The Echoes

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 12, 2016 by dc

He walked the usual miles,
Shook all the right hands,
Made the expected sacrifices,
Ticked every box,
Spoke with eloquence and wit,
Whispered honesty where possible
And painted smiles across his face
When all the world seemed slathered
In mockery and disdain.

He climbed the mountains,
Thanked the people
Who helped him get there,
Devoted respect to the pioneers
And kissed the cheeks
Of the dreamers and sycophants,
The liars and thieves,
Hoping the happiness he’d sown
Would thrive in his new sunshine.

He sat at the top of the world,
Sucked up air intended to calm him,
Broke bread and cracked eggs,
Tried singing songs into the echoes
And praised all who ever doubted him,
Questioned the moments
That had brought him here,
Lay his head on the rocks
And just stared at the sky,

So this is politics.

The Light of the Mighty

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2010 by dc

The riotous foot thump
Of out of town brothers
Makes others believe
They have fists of their own,

From gracious beginnings
To sour misadventures
All lectures were lost
When the heads all fell down.

Gather round soldiers
And spit what you see,
If your glee comes in buckets
Just luck it and believe,

You were meant for this rumble
Let those fools see your smile
And while they soak it up slowly
Add guile and don’t grieve,

Some are gone,
You are here,
Heave up your heart,
It’s the start
Of your rise
And surprise
Is the light of the mighty.

They Chattered Hatred

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2009 by dc

They chattered hatred,
It wasn’t paranoia,
You could smell it in their hair,
Burnt toffee and smoke,

I stood on the periphery,
Another unexplored argument,
Awkward with shame
And dizzy with doubt,

I was one of them once.

A Sadness Resigned

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 20, 2009 by dc

I saw your eyes whispering
Sad-hearted lullabies,
Their heavy lids fluttering
A makeshift release,

You lay in bed
Like a soft, settled sand dune,
Pretending to sleep,
A sadness resigned,

There was nothing
I could do,
The summer had fallen
Into bleak winter dreams,

I took
A long, cold
Look at myself,
I was begging.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 20, 2009 by dc

Two flies caught in a web,
A little disaster torn by a cat,

Two lovers curled on a bean bag,
Wrong answers to questions just conjured,

Two bin sacks half filled,
Rotting under the sun,

A well hunted dream world,
Falsetto in glory,
A castle in the air,
A sailor’s stolen song.

Two stories,
Both with lies,

Two futures,
A grapefruit halved.

Appreciating Light

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2009 by dc

Is this art
Or just revenge?
An illusion of feeling
Or another half chance
To dance at the bottom
Of a wishing well,
Light once more
In solitude.

Are we shaping the sky
Or just under the clouds
As they cry?
How is it all our
Conversations end in why?
And that stuck on sigh
That used to loosen tongues
Is now a question mark
Hung dry.

Is this
A statement of intent
Or just a bench
Where lovers sit
And bite their lips?
This feeling is hardly a yard-stick
To measure the pleasure
That reigned here
Not so long ago.

We are lost
As rivers swell,
As the night
Swims unwell
On the waves
We’ve been making,
Contemplating our failures
We’ve been aching for solace,
A fresh palace dreamt
In the darkness of light.

The Whispering Gargoyles

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2008 by dc

I want nothing more
Than to right my wrongs,
Kiss on a miracle
And fall in love with the future.

I want to conduct sun dials,
Race pigeons at dusk,
Write poetry that changes your mind
And improvises into applause.

I want nothing more
Than simple things,
A sun that sings out new thoughts,
The crest of a wave rising,

But I can’t even rise sometimes,
Paranoia kisses my neck,
Daydreams cackle
And the past starts to multiply stories.

I want nothing more
Than the ceasing of thought
For a minute or two,
Some kind of fog.

I can’t even fathom the truth,
My walk is the stumble of clowns
And the whispering gargoyles were right,
This building is starting to crumble.