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I read the intoxicants of your poem,

Very slowly, it was dream then like landing.

Then grapple with the mind, in its multitude.

It was heartfelt atmosphere, it dissolves you,

In the language, gavin

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The old galley, in all hell she, the captain waded in gut temper sour,

All full of sin against, then to ingest another board side this hour,

With hat on head, musket dead on demand he shout his command our

Captain, looking at the life thinking, hanging there against the fire power,

Thorough the ghostly mist came into tame the sea smoked kissed,

The sleep, seas sleep cannon board side and on cannon firing missed,

Across the sail, then the gut wail, all changing the sail, as the cannon ball hissed,

The buccaneers, against the mutineers, hell cheers, swords crossed,

The skull and cross bones, the lull sets the tone, ships manoeuvre grown,

To on the deck, cannon tooled firing and on, the square rigged moan,

In the all distant a storm of intent, all hell bent at all speed, thunder drone,

In on the battle, then on the rattle of sail, ill turmoil boil, lightening thrown,

At the sails and nails, the flag ship rails, now broken everyone saw,

The mighty tempest, to the main mast fall, from the blast tore,

These men of war, who manned the man of war, at each other over war,

Go down below the sea, to feel the rain on more, stay on more, the sun no more,

Their sea all splendour, nautical tenders them to the sea, valiantly,

Neither punished, nor furnished, with goods worldly,

for tempest play, with you stray, your ships who stray wildly,

For no more, will ashore you walk or in talk, to your family,

And from the land, there stand to the toll of the church bell,

The families, manacle to poor, stand ashore with nothing more to tell.

Only the clothes on their backs, emit one last breath of atonement nell,

Standing dog quite, looking out at the sea toward the floating souls.

gavin

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busy busy busy

no time to think

is this a good thing

or hiding a chink

in the psychy of me

I turn my hand to all things

a jack of all trades

but a master of none

so is this personal aid

or a block out of some

of the thoughts that I feel

who knows but at the mo

I feel alive and with purpose

how long this lasts

who knows, it may end

when faced with the real world

saffron

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Loving the poetry :)

I wrote this not long ago, few months ago maybe. There are far too many it's dedicated to to possibly mention them all <_< am sure people will be able to relate.

STOP IT!!!

Don't put limits on your expectations for I'm tired of being greeted with hesitations

Shocked beyond words when you thought that you knew, then to add to my burden I feel guilty about you

Making excuses or ignore me completely, so many of you simply choose to delete me

Some of you linger, attempting to stay, but as you hear more then you back away

Don't you know that it hurts me, promises broken? Reinforces beliefs that I shouldn't have spoken

In leaving you simply add to my list, so when new people come I start to resist

YOU walk away but I get the blame, you add to those feelings of excruciating shame

You tell me my childhood was pain beyond pain, but why do you say this, what's there to gain?

All of those things were all that I knew, but now I am questionning them, all thanks to you

This makes me worse, rips at my soul, then I get the judgement when I lose control

So now I stay silent, pretend not to care but it stays in mind, it's constantly there

'It's not your fault' is hard to believe when people choose to constantly leave

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thanks for sharing Toaster. I felt that I really understood what you were saying. sometimes I think that people just have to understand things in their own way and this releases you to be able to focus on what you want in life.

dont be scared of how you feel

you have every right

the waves of feelings going through

your whole being, day and night,

you toss and turn but still can not find

contentment and peace in mind

another day passes you by

what do I really want

'Im not too sure' I sigh

so I thought and thought

about my feelings and needs

and come with one thing

nothing comes without a fight

nothing is too out of sight

nothing can control you

but you and only you

Saffron

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the empty pages of an open book,

the tearless cries of the dried up brook,

the neither high or neither low

stuck inbetween any emotiononal flow,

there is breathing and the eyes do see

but no reaction from inside of me,

search for triggers to test myself

but what will that resolve? mental health?

saffron

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whats to come

im sitting here thinking,

what about this year

I think its time to break free

Im looking to move on,

give some time to me,

feel the need to explore

what might be out of reach,

but I will try anyway.

show me new things

show me new ways

show whats to come.

saffron

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thanks dani.

somehwat out of reach, but I can dream..

Ive been trying and hoping.

if you have hope? someday I wonder

is having hope, hopeless?

Well I have hope, I have dreams,

someday I will get a break

how I dont know

but I will learn

what it is,

what do I have to do

is a bit of a mistery

Saffron

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hey! can I ever get the jist of what is what

will I ever understand why is why

will I ever just take it in my stride

seem unlikley, but still I try.

will I ever see times as is

will I ever keep a meaningful kiss

will I have someone to support me

stick up for me, love me, need me

fight for my corner, my dignity!

still, im sure something will happen

it will come to me

saffron x

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Her eyes-- I shall verbally respond, to your curiosities.

They were the moon bright round and big,

the sphinx stand silhouetted mote by eyelashes

gentlemen! “This combination would pull any man through his fears”

in those luminous years, life was one superannuation in every pocket

and know unworthy ideas feared enter the head, liver, kidneys happy,

one is a man who can take the insolent strut, the brash voices,

the cheeky air, even the web footed prejudices of authority,

she was the daughter of a Asiatic chief, virgin purity

untamable , walked with lemur agility as if in the trees herself,

every thing a traveling carriage needed for the journey.

Gentlemen I was smitten, wanted to remove her under garments

Detective factuality’s on the shelf, she would take all immunities

and proper reserve to her accommodation, and zoology

took over, she would pull me through her thorns, earth

hunting every water hole, drinking her pleasure;

gentlemen, then came the jealously, and in defiance

of natural things killed her, and l sit before you ready to hang,

gavin

this place had dissappered from my mind i will crit everys bodies work and help them,,

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thanks for sharing your poem Gavin. a temperous affair. you are good with words.

ps (please dont crit mine thanks)

Saffron

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And tho' thou notest from thy safe recess

Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,

saffron these words you wrote had me drippling from my mouth

just wonderful

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You Have To Stay Strong

Have you ever felt like all hope is lost?

Being so desperate,

No matter the cost?

Then listen now,

To what I have to say,

It'll give you hope,

And might change your life today.

Look back and remember,

All the good memories forever.

Think about the people you care,

And the happy moments that you've shared.

You have to stay strong,

And give life another chance,

Know that your needed,

It could be your only defence.

Always remember that,

When things go wrong,

It's not the end of the world,

You have to stay strong.

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The sky ignited red, mock-orange

the mountains reflect a Parthenon beauty

clouds look like bones by means of a flirtatious wind

All lubricating what’s left on earth?

The trees possessed by arms

make a prisoner of the breeze as if it a felon

sway with a tensile hold

Profane promises fade,

from inside the partition of the hood

Watched by a fermenting hoard

The trap door spring open in athletic technique,

in swiftness and violence too

with in a foot above the grasses,

governed by no hope the rope,

the momentum compelling the neck to dislocates

a pagan idol oscillating in seizure (what is it?)A witch and whore!

the culling of bad women must be done?

Her cleavage is dead no longer alluring.

Who did you hang at twilight, those children mother?

gavin

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