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Waking up

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Waking up on a cold brown leather sofa

Not knowing who I am

a man and women ask me how I am?

I ask them if they have any children?

they say no

then a child comes in from the voids light

it’s her birthday

she says I will never drive as knight rider plays on tv

then she asks for a sister and two appear

more birthday girls although one older and one younger

Years on I went to that house

a girl not the same one says something terrible happened here to you

because of you

I hear it in the whispers on the telephone

I see visions of the man being arrested

how did I get home?

memories fragmented

this waking dream won’t relent

I am prevented from seeing what happened

Radio memories

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The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.

The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.

In memory of the moon

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Like the wolf is drawn to the moon

I saw you

your light, your gloom

eclipsed by the light of the night the moon

The wolf I fed

Bled in the dark

but hunted for light

fought alone for the stars which shine bright

In the night sky.

they couldn’t lie to me all those stars

for its in their truth they shone the way

I breathe you, breathe it in

I believe it with my toothy grin

I am the wolf let me win

the moons glow ripples in the lake

of tears but I can never get to her

but the moon shines on my fur

and I hear a murmur of your voice on the wind

which is long gone and kept within,

memory.