Sleepless

Gritty eyed and sleepless
I lie cool and empty.
Leaving a void in the bed,
A nullity,
Your body print remains
A soft indentation.
I kept your pillow
Trying to retain your fragrance
Till it soaked into the ether
Leaving only its memory
A sharp tanged essence.
But you had gone.
No forwarding address.

P H Brookes copyright 20012

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The Arena of Love

Like gladiators we enter the arena of love, .
Ridding ourselves of that singularity
Slice into the isolation of our inner selves,
Melting the barriers that separate, divide.
Entering into the inscrutable places we
Examine the unfolding petals of our love.
We melt the walls of our resistance,
To entwine and become one, battle done.

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Singer In The Dark

It fills the silent spaces
Floating on evenings air.
A gentle lilt, harmonic;
Carried on alien winds
Soft as summer rain,
It tickles the senses,
Tingles the spine.
Sweet and heady,
A perfumed dream.
A ripple of notes,
A crystal liquidity,
And just as brittle.
Seemingly eternal, unending,
A ghostly bird,
A singer in the dark.

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Brought To Book

You have a face,
A facebook page.
Where all your woes you write
And fears assuage.
In your entourage you say
I have more and more each day.
From far and wide from east and west
As everyone can attest.
They've seen you rise
And seen you fall,
You have too many to recall.
You do not see, you do not call
They're scarcely really friends at-all.

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Sliced and Diced

You wanted me served up on a platter.
Sliced and diced a pretty display,
A delicate dish to savour, consume.
Slowly pick my bones clean.
And suck the marrow of my soul,
Divest me of my self-hood,
To hang me out to dry, desiccate,
In the flames of your disapproval.
But instead forged, in that fierce heat,
A strong tough blade, a suvivour.

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When Death Knocks

When death knocks
I shall fling the door wide
Rush into his embrace,
For I am ready.
He holds no fear for me
Why should I fear a friend?
One I have known all my life;
Who has accompanied every step,
Helped me on my way.
No I shall not fear death for
He will cut my earth bound chains
And his kiss shall set me free.

Copyright 2012 P H Brookes

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Sentinels In Green

Leaves a dancing.
Sentinels in green.
They cascade down the hill
An emerald waterfall.
Oak, ash, beech,
A joyous blending,
A whispering chorus.
Flirting in the wind,
This gossiping canopy.
Glorying in the sun.
Set deep in black earth
They know no boundaries.
Do not fight for their scraps of earth.
A perfect synthesis, harmonius,
Joyous to behold.

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Trials Encased

Live your own version of reality
Find your way, not run with the pack.
It is better than the rabid hankerings
Of those who try to box you,
Squeeze you into an ill fitting hole.
Do not try to live up to others ideals
Their untenable rigid straight jacket.
Make some glorious mistakes
Even if you live with their shadows
At least you followed your own path

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I Failed

I failed to love you as I ought,
To see you as you were,
But it wasn't what I thought
A beauty wild and pure.
I should have seen the painful eyes
And heard the weary sighs,
And what I thought was true
Were just decietful lies.
So now I say I'm sorry
Even though it is to late,
And hope that you are happy
Gone to a better fate.

P H Brookes Copyright 2011

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Come Sweet Death

Come Sweet Death

Come sweet death, gentle deliver,
Wrap me in your embrace.
Give me that chill kiss;
Let me feel your deadly sting.
Free this too heavy heart.
Let my soul fly upward,
High into the eternal realm;
Into the rays of cosmic dust.
Let me clutch the lilly to my breast.
And lie in that last repose,
From whence non return.
Come sweet death come.

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