Craig Turner

I think your missing the point,
Lips up to the sky,
As she found out your lies,
No turning back,
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What was once full of colour,
Reflects back in black and white,
Little letters lodged away,
As if to be found some day,
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The raptureous applause you deserve,
Doesn't go unnoted,
The strength to leave the familiarity,
Shouldn't go unnoticed,
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We test our goodbyes,
In the mirror each day,
Dont look yourself within the eyes,
Cant face a new surprise.
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I havent felt the urge,
To self destruct when I should,
I cant shake you loose,
Maybe I just dont want to,
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Rush to buy flowers,
The statement on sentiment,
Suggesting new horizons,
Salvaging blossoms to resurrect sorrow,
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She’s An Old Man

She’s an old man,
Murderee and junkie
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Its sad that you stand out as a good guy,
Amongst the repentant and vengeful,
You know your blue,
Scattered through fields of red,
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I must reiterate this is co-written with the lovely and talented Sara Tehrani.............................

I don’t think he knows his affect on my smile
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Walking with your thoughts,
A steady pace of ideas,
Obstacle then another in time with the birdsong,
Overwhelming imagination,
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A boring nightmare,
Keeps me from sleep,
The whip that cracks,
Shatters his back,
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A source to plot out the dots,
Pictures causing unrest,
Is it any of our business,
Maniplate to cause interest,
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‘’Schadenfreude’’

There’s no misery like the misery of others,
For you to bask in such joy,
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Finding recipes,
List the ingredients on yellow lined paper,
Someones building,
A cake for another,
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I proceed to be sick,
Which always makes me vomit,
Then somone rang a bell,
Looked at me and said your drunk go to bed,
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May your horizons be bright,
God give me chance to reprieve,
Let love shine a light,
A reason to beleive,
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There was a knock at door,
I came too see,
But noone appeared,
I ventured and finally became ensnaired,
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Recreationally i've been wasting time,
Minding my own business,
Reaching out for fresh air,
Closing your eyes to inhale,
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His integrity he plunders,
Without grace,
Hitting the floor in fields of thunder,
Glimpse his disgrace,
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A phone call,
A mispaced message,
Thoughts of something another,
A square peg in the round hole,
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