Amos Greig Poems

It begins almost motherly,
a return to the warmth of the womb,
a central point on the journey to oblivion,
time travel is a lie an uncaring trick of time.
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Twilight the even' flight,
Soars,
Dives,
Flows,
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I have always enjoyed the smell.
of burnt peat, sometimes I would
languish in the smoke wreathed chambers.

For my Irish ancestry peat,
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Social cohesion was our dream,
we the gardeners and cultivators of tomorrow,
watched in sadness as rot set in,
turned our hopes into bitter memories.
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Your dark birth has long been prophesied,
My dark parasite needed yet twisted
Far beyond your original purpose.
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Quicken muse, your words
Can spark an amber fire:
Defender of the past
Vanguard of futures
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I see the hidden spheres which over lap our own,
not all of the time but there are moments,
of crystal clarity/
in the rain/
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Smoke etched shadows
Crowded the halls
The night you were assaulted,
Dressed differently a bright flamingo target.
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The world turned...
I see chest of drawers, wardrobes, tv, painted models dusty abandoned, bandana's The Ladder plays softly mingles with distant dogs barking and window framed birds chirping.
My world turned...
I see old scripts discarded sketches that never existed a pile of art pads, note books, models, pencils, paints an assortment of artistic implements.
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Onyx waters lapped pebbled shore,
Lonely candles hold total darkness at bay,
In distance town lights beckon like lonely Wisp's.
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