J.A McManus

Without your precious love
I’d be as empty as a drum
You’re my entire world
My stars, my moon, my sun.
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No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Or where the wind goes
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God’s warm breath caresses my naked neck
Below a hundred streams softly sing
Standing here upon this heavenly place
Makes me feel as mighty as a king.
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What are you trying to sell
But then just give away?
What is it your dreaming of
As the night fades to day?
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If the greatest trick
That the devil ever played
Was to make the world
Believe the lies from his lips
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The sky comes alive
With so many hues
Starbursts of scarlet
Or bright neon blues.
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Is it just me or does time seem
To move faster the older you get?
It almost feels like the world is
Moving too quickly and I must
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Darkness always calling
Clouds gathering
Winds blowing cold
Rains pouring
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My blood-shot eyes blink away existence
Unfamiliar voices roll through my brain
Gravity’s unseen hands pull me to the earth
I find their spell far too charming to fight.
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Little ones never wish
Your young lives away
Live for the here and now,
Remember today.
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I used to hate the Christmas rush
With endless queues that flow out shop doors
Packed with people that push and shout
As they run around the crowded stores.
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Empires are like the vast waves
Upon a never ending ocean of time
They start off humbly before rising
Out of the gloom of their origins.
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As I peer through these cold iron bars
I can see the stars burning so bright
Oh yes! They burn so blindingly bright
Across the dark blue blanket of night.
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Your words will never hurt me
Above them, I shall always rise
Like warm air that escapes high
Into the winter’s sun kissed skies.
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The glory of old legends
Lies buried in the past
The roadside remains unseen
Where dark shadows stay cast.
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.......Frost
....Sparkles
...Over earth
.The winter is
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From the pit of my coldness
You burn me with acid-filled glares
Like I am nothing but garbage left to go stale
Out here I have no shelter from the rain.
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I can hear the pounding of the dead drummers beat
Telling me the secrets that only they can keep
From within their never-ending, dark, dreamless sleep
Lost forever in the waters, so vast and deep.
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Has the ball finally fell to rest
Upon your stately, broken breast?
Has the golden trumpet lost it’s tune
Amongst the flowers all in bloom?
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Running around like maniacs
Me and you the crazy pair
Chasing screaming girls with ribbons
Of red knotted in their hair.
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