Steven Cooke Poems

In these isles of cheap illusion
the kids run free,
screaming for the sugar of childhood.
While their mother walks on
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Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
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Chained to these walls of despair
I was condemned by a Judas race.
Assassins’ wait on every corner
hiding in the lights of man
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To walk in dreams
upon this vale of illusion.
Each footstep of your being
crossing the labyrinth
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(World War One)

Memory is our contribution to life
and sleep the eternal dream.
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I am a successful surgeon
but In reality I am a failure.
For I pay for the company of life.
I pay to be human,
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I sit here all alone
The snow melting on my face,
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
Of my first love
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(Ode to a True Love Lost)
She kissed me under the lamp post
A kiss so soft that my lips trembled
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They came in the depths of sleep
Dream eaters to plague my darkness
Troll whisperers taunting my love
Their poison running through my veins
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He cares not for conversation,
Though he moans all day
He is not handsome,
Yet beauty will seek him
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