Graham Eccles Poems

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11.
Revengence

Not again! The Russian always turned up.

Like a bad penny; come in from the cold.
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12.
Motorway Merz-Ness

I used to live on the roadside and make random art from rubbish i found.

Here is an ode to this peculiar passtime of mine, and a small nod to Mr Schwitters too.
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13.
Mirror

We hide our true nature behind our deeds and possesions

even unto our deaths.
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14.
Lament In Middle Age

There was a time remembered fondly

when i was young and fair
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15.
Gaia's Skin

Rain hits the road like fireworks

Wet sparks flashing lighting up the earth
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16.
Insomniatic Nonsense

Its something to do with the sound of tapping of fingers on keys as the words keep a wrapping themselves around me and i try to get free but the rhythm wont let me be. Its something about the noise as i shout at the people about the things that enrage me these days. I try to escape the cage, of the black and white page that ive been trapped inside since an early age but the elongated sentences that ive been dished out from the judge of the poetry slam, has made me turn out the way i have become, not a complete bum just a bit of one who fights with his tongue cos he cant use a gun and couldnt afford one if he wanted. I write automatic like a kalashnicovic machine gun would spray in a driveby, and when i read out loud it seems that im about to pop, but i dont i just keep my head afloat above the waters of chaos that try to drag me down and down as i splash my way around.

Its something that bubbles up from inside me, and i try to hide see, but often it finds me at three AM with hand on a pen and im at it again, not making much sense but not sat on the fence either, im right there in the middle, a poet who scribbles his random meanderings in no sort of order just comes as it ought to, and i rearrange later the scraps of the paper that i find just lying around. Theres many to be found in the pockets of my mind and the drawers of the time that ive wasted, and i should be frustrated by the way that im going, no sense of me slowing down as yet, i have big breaks but my mind still aches with craziness deep and i often feel bleak but i know its just the void a filling.
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17.
3am Ramble

star guided i walk, this world is mine

strange night mist shrouded time
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