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Tryst Oct 2016
I stalked along an endless maze
Of hallways, grim and green,
Where sterile wards of curtained bays
Masked sickness with a screen.
The coloured lines upon the floor
Served as my silent guide,
And led me to a torture room
Where nightmares preyed inside.

Upon a crisply cornered bed
With sheets up to your chest,
A knot of vein-pumped fluids fed
To keep your heart from rest;
Your eyes were closed and peaceful,
And all pain gone from your brow.
You've never looked more beautiful
Than how you do right now.

I fiddled with the little card
You gifted when we met,
Not knowing then 't would too hard,
Wishing I could forget
A promise made in youthful bliss
When plans were bold and grand,
And giving you one farewell kiss
I let go of your hand.

I never asked to know her name
But if we ever met
I'm sure I'd know her all the same
And still would not regret
The day that life was cruel to us
And tore our world apart,
Yet granted life to her because
You gifted her your heart.
Tryst Sep 2016
I placed a pebble upon your grave
A small unblemished stone
And stayed a while, my day to waive
So you were not alone

The yawning sun stretched heavenward
Blinking a weary eye
And rolling under a blanket cloud
That cloaked our world in a silver shroud
It crossed a mourning sky

And kneeling at your earth-made bed
White marble pillow for your head
I talked a while of that and this
And all things in-between,
To ease my burdened heart, remiss
For days you've never seen

In angst and anger at your loss
Oh how I'd gladly gladly toss
Your villain in a stream
And watch them flail and watch them choke
And take a stick and **** and poke
To hear that villain scream --
But only in a dream

Too young to fade, too late to save
Too small your marble stone
I placed a pebble upon your grave
And walked away, alone
Tryst Jul 2016
Stars tell white lies each night, they wink and lie
And promise us our dreams, the dreams they steal
Away into a sunrise, to conceal
In leaded pots where rainbows go to die;
And when the careless night comes by the by
And shouts: "look up, look up!" the stars reveal
Your hopes, dreams, thoughts, a future so unreal
That even hapless lovers dare not fly;
And still they wink and whisper every night
As if to tell your secrets, tell your dreams,
The very things they promised not to share,
And left bereft you wonder how it seems
You ever trusted to that distant light
Long whence the stars that lived and died were there.
Tryst Jul 2016
Sounding out the truth of all the lies I've ever known
Looking for the answers in the fields where doubts were sown
Sifting through my memories to lay my ghosts to rest
Days we shared will always be the best

Look for me when summer brings the pounding of the rain
Think of me when autumn leaves are falling round again
Know that I'll be with you when the winter comes to pass
Seasons go but love will ever last

Walking in the meadow when the sun was in the sky
Watching all the strangers as they watched us passing by
Holding our forevers captured in a single day
Knowing that our love would ever stay

Look for me when summer brings the pounding of the rain
Think of me when autumn leaves are falling round again
Know that I'll be with you when the winter comes to pass
Seasons go but love will ever last

Feelings are forever and the one's you don't forget
Linger like a shadow on a vacant silhouette
Living isn't easy when the life you thought you'd known
Was never meant to be there for your own

Look for me when summer brings the pounding of the rain
Think of me when autumn leaves are falling round again
Know that I'll be with you when the winter comes to pass
Seasons go but love will ever last
Seasons go but love will ever last
Seasons go but love will ever last
Tryst Jul 2016
They lied to us
    with preacher smiles
    at Sunday school

They told us
    our world was created
    in six days

We stood as one
    as our world was created
    in seven days

We stood as one
   as light sprang from darkness
   and earth fell from heaven

And after seven days
    we stood as one
    and marched into hell
Title borrowed from "Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen.
Tryst Jun 2016
I walked by a small cottage church
As a large wooden box
Was carefully unbundled
From a waiting automobile

I do not know who was inside
But I have thought about that soul
All day long

I hope you lived a life
Worthy of your mourners praise
For they will sing of you today
And tomorrow
They will go on living
And yours will be an epitaph.
Tryst Jun 2016
What cultivates the greatness of our homelands?
Tis not the land, the rocks, the earth, the sea,
The treaties writ for nobles by their own hands
Decrying common views as heresy.
Great Britain was still great long e'er the sun rose
Blessing the nets of Europe's wedding veil,
And when her arms extended to her old foes,
She stood alone, defiant, to prevail.
Tis in the heart, the will, the strength of mind
Of each proud lad and lass that calls her home
Wherein the Great of Britain seeks to find
The inspiration of her epitome.
        On her 'twas said the sun would never set,
        Let not her sons and daughters e'er forget.
Great Britain joined the EU in 1973 and voted to leave in 2016.  Of all the greatest achievements in British history, few examples will be found solely within this era that compare favourably to what has been achieved before, or will again.
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