WE COME IN PIECES I wander up from my youth. Into this skin. This life I now reside within. Piled upon bones, this memory of time. My bark of remembrance cracks. Splinters out a sap. You were there at the beginning. Siphoning stars and melancholy. You’ll be there at the end. Counting the receipts. Adding up to the most magic number. Sit me down by the stream and watch our lives drift by.

POEM - WE COME IN PIECES
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Pendulum Days – Afraid – 05 Afraid i Zachary was not frightened of this part of the woods. The trees looked exactly the same as they did on the brighter side of the clump known as Reedbuck Forest. The same flowers grew in the tiny pockets of light that filtered through the dense canopy above, and the same smells rose from the shifting leaves as he trudged slowly around collecting bits of wood.

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NUMBER 55 In Eighteen hundred and ninety-three. Old Mary Allen, came to tea. Which in itself was not surprising. T’was how she left, which was most alarming. For though she departed, much like she came. Like a ray of light through heavy rain. She left a shadow, dark and unpleasant. There in number 55 Crescent. Yet those who know Miss Allen well.

POEM - NUMBER 55
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Pendulum Days – Afraid – 04 HOME - II It was not until later that he got to investigate the mysterious book. He must have fallen asleep after Grace left. These drugs must be pretty strong, he thought to himself. His mother had obviously come in and moved the book onto his bedside table. A fresh glass of water was evidence of her activity, along with an extra blanket now resting upon him.

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HANGING THE MOON In this world of my own, where I sit on the edge of the universe. I calmly wait for you, clutching the note in my hand. The eyes of the stars glow, watching my every move, but I mind not. Let them witness my waiting until time itself dissolves. I hear a sound, and smell moon dust tickle my nose.

POEM - HANGING THE MOON
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A STILLNESS QUIETLY GROWING To wander amidst crumbling forests. Ancient air sucked into these lungs. I feel eucalyptus washing over every pore. Strangling the dirt and depression in my soul. Coming to the lake, diving underneath. Watching you shimmer on my skin once more. Reflection and memories, days folded. But I breathe and I close my eyes. Touching every space around me. Knowing that you’re there.

POEM - A STILLNESS QUIETLY GROWING
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Pendulum Days – Afraid – 03 Home  “Sure, go on up, he’s been awake a while now,” he heard his mother’s muffled voice call from downstairs, followed by hurried footsteps racing toward his bedroom door. No knock. Typical Grace, he thought, as she came bounding over to his bed. “Wow, would you look at that. The cast goes all the way up to your waist!” she said, inspecting his leg like a doctor.

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BLUE ASCENSION Disillusionment swaddled around my eyes. A protective mask to keep the innards in innocence. Free radicals tiptoe out of my cells, creating fireworks and chaos. Raining in my heart like sulphur. I watch you shimmer in all colours. My headache grey hums and heaves. A step in your direction, allows this unmistakable feeling of regret, to wash over me like wasted chances.

POEM - BLUE ASCENSION
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Pendulum Days – Afraid – 02 Flight or Fight The day dragged on, dull and uneventful, the kind of day that seemed to stretch itself thin just to spite him. Science had been a blur of diagrams and droning explanations, algebra was a battlefield of numbers that refused to behave, but it wasn’t only the lessons that made the hours crawl. Grace’s empty seat beside him had left a hollow in the day.

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TWO With the earth sighing. And the moon collapsing. Twin tectonic plates shift in the cells. An attraction. A reaction. Distance, separator. Godly refraction. Too much poison. These angels cast asunder. Evil : Godly. Licking wounds from the inside out. Teacher. Brother. All come undone, severed from the other. When I wanted you and the grey began to fade. With a diamond heart.

POEM - TWO
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Pendulum Days – Afraid Lore House “Remember this please, none of this is real. It’s only how I feel” 1 Zach hated to walk this way to school, but this morning the circumstances left him with little choice. The kids who had stolen his lunch money last week had been at the corner of the high street, lurking and threatening people as they went by.

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INVITED EROSION You wanted to dig in deep. Down through stone and bone. Excavate the soul from the marrow. What was found was empty like ghosts. You tried to tie this mind to your own. Through the storm and spray. What blooms then decays, you came up empty. For I am a ship that’s lost at sea. When you shake the salt from your wound.

POEM - INVITED EROSION
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AFTERGLOW I feel you in this memory. Vibrant like dust. Speckled in the shining light you shimmered. When the moon drew old. And Saturn’s rings fell. The ice age came upon my heart. The powerful goodbye, the struggled smile. Trapped now in my amber mind. You’re a faded star, the core at my centre. Which swirls around with love and lava. Fallen empires and fallen stars. Shooting across our fluttering souls. Yet god’s volcanic change of heart. Became our endless Pompeii.

AFTERGLOW

I feel you in this memory. Vibrant like dust. Speckled in the shining light you shimmered. When the moon drew old. And Saturn’s rings fell. The ice age came upon my heart. The powerful goodbye, the struggled smile. Trapped now in my amber mind. You’re a faded star, the core at my centre.…

A DESCENT Once fused, now torn apart. Meddling with the senses. Ripped out of heaven. Carved into stone. You’re the sweet scent of death to me. Down, at the bottom of this hidden heart. Playing once more my pagan precision. From head to between rib cages. Little black stones. Tucked between each vertebrae. Shining when the moon appears. Blooming in your blue possession. Such magical decay. Your approach to love. Caressing and consuming. Abandoning and left for dead.

POEM - A DESCENT
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THE INCESSANT HUMMING OF INDIFFERENCE Again, again it comes. Like a fog rolling through the bones. The spectre of despondence. Kiss me gently to lure beyond the overwhelm. An evil bloomed deep within. Long ago, when the marrow was fusing. Pockets of little daisies, poisonous reminders of mortality. When it all ends, when the judgements fall. What separates the life from one lived? Too long the accustomed thoughts of apathy have prevailed.

POEM - THE INCESSANT HUMMING OF INDIFFERENCE
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SMASHED LIKE A DEITY A beating heart that wants you. But doesn’t trust the condition. You separate the light from me. Distilling my soul to darkness. My mind, taken by ghosts. Stolen by this circumstance. Yet I’m here still, in time. Watching your eyes glass in indifference. A cheek turned to god, a palm raised to cheek. Punching the love out me. Yet the molassed affection remains. Clogged to my soul. Settled under my skin. Refusing to be washed away by tears.

POEM - SMASHED LIKE A DEITY
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ELEMENTAL On phosphorus ground you take me, into the night. Divorcing my monogamy of self. With you, all alive like dying stars. Illuminating into nothing. Burning and swallowing all of me. This frontier of the forgotten, threatens when the eyes close. When you move too close, too distant. Alone in my shell, safety slips around me. You crack me open and dip your fingers inside.

POEM - ELEMENTAL
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CALM & THE CHAOS Washed over by the waves of tomorrow. Rubbed raw by the days that have slipped from memory. The storm before the calm. The poison in the cure. Breathe it in, like a lunar vapour. Giving gravity to centred states of tranquillity. The air sucked from the moon’s orbit. Breath exhaled from Jesus back in time. I watched myself fall. At first, I think I pushed.

POEM - CALM & THE CHAOS
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SORRIES NEVER SAID Searched in this heart, I follow the straight line. Directing back into the grey of time. My memory now is hazy, but I arrive. Twenty years late, like the light from the sun. My mouth full of apologies, but finally. Though fleeting and brilliant, a cosmic tear unleashed. This air of history penetrates my memory. Coughing up mea culpa for the first time.

POEM - SORRYS NEVER SAID
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DEATH DESERVES A WITNESS Quietly, lay me down. Shutting out the light until the fears vibrate. Onlookers shuffle, whispering like the clergy. Greasy eyed and apathetic. Coughing on incense and strings of my childhood. God strokes me into calmness. Tenderly, like a plant struggling to grow. Needing the care. I whisper grace and slit the throat. Letting the eyes glimmer in the dying light.

POEM - DEATH DESERVES A WITNESS
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THE WIND The wind that howls, is the one that kills. Blowing through these bones, coming down the hills. Picking up like the devil’s breath. It runs amok and hurries my death. For thou not fragile as a dying tree. Or small, or weak and feathery. The wind that howls is beyond my control. It fans your flames that are burning my soul.

POEM - THE WIND
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TERMS IN MY SURRENDER Collapsed with the dying world. Lost now in the ever after. Drowning and flying, all at once. They took my mum away. Replacing her with ghosts. They silenced the love that drummed in this soul. Forcing me to swallow the lonely. I divorce myself from this happening. Flare this latent strain of apathy. To all that needed me. With a reserved look and accusing stare.

POEM - TERMS IN MY SURRENDER
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PROFESSIONAL TRAUMA Grasping into the air, coming up empty. Reaching for the diamonds that you scatter. Peppering oily words that lodge in my teeth. My scull exhales. I Blink. You’re gone. My house sits quietly. The storm in the stillness, awaiting the break. An internal collapse has rendered my soul paralysed. A need to function, a call in the dark. The wolf of the world howls in reply.

POEM - PROFESSIONAL TRAUMA
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IMPOSSBILE Carry these truths away, don’t bring them home. Bury them deep inside my bones. Fallen on ears so deaf and blind. Refusing to allow the real inside. So, you carry them, bury them, haul them away. Set them on fire, to make me stay. Ashes now, with smiles content. The only way, that you relent. I’ve seen your ghost, rush through my soul. Staining lies and leaving holes. That ache and bleed and drain my love. Taking this heart to the skies above.

POEM - IMPOSSBILE
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Weeds A vacancy of care, this blanket cast over a life which moves all too quickly towards a known unknown. Deep in the garden of this soul, dwells more things than time can offer adequate explanation. Some things lurk in the shadows; others posture in the light. The precious illusions of a healthy robust system, veils the knife’s edge of ever-threatening entropy.

POEM - 'Weeds'
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NEVER BE HERE Mind and muscle try to escape gravity. Standing too soon. Trying to lift off into the unknown. Far away from here. Hanging onto nothing but indecision. You close your eyes to the jet stream, and that fear of falling. You feel it now in your veins. Coursing through the difference like a teenager. Struggling for understanding. But they could never see.

POEM - 'NEVER BE HERE'
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THIS BREATH HAS YOUR NAME No weight. No pain. No feeling of truth, or feeling what it takes. Deep a long time ago, I smiled on through. Heart in the air, eyes all untrue. Now the shadows close in, splintering the heart. Falling to pieces, back at the start. All Heavy. All pain. All of this happening, again and again. I remember you there, living and free.

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Silence & Light Between the moments. Straddling the sigh. The light there in your eyes. What seeps into the space between. Bookended against love and needful things. What must I give, to receive. This alchemy on the tempering waves of now. In the dwindling darkness of despair. My ego tried to take me there. To a place where I need not change. A gloomy existence of languished dead dreams. But light split the seams. Silently breaking a new dawn. Whispering forever.

POEM - Silence & Light
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Trespass With such vulnerability, invites a trample uponess. A doormat heart and soul. What systems are in place which assuages this overthinking. The flux between sun and moon. Deliver me soon, and unspool my wondering mind. For it lingers in the doubt and the weeds. Growing like sycamore sentiments which climb to the sky. Bursting the clouds with their ignorant distrust.

POEM - Trespass
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TEARS IN THE CHRYSALIS Who knew the fury in that silent smile? Little iceberg teeth bitten by the frost of circumstance. Does she look to the sky, hurrying the rain to fall? To wash away the paint on her wedding dress; the coal in her brain or the handcuffs around her heart? What song does she hum along to, that drifts in her world?

POEM - TEARS IN THE CHRYSALIS
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