David Blake Poems

I have read a thousand books or so,
I know of art and life. I hare read of
philosophy and of dreams, I know of
the monitions unseen and of all the
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Words lost vague references to
things I thought I might have said.
Strange places filled with
shadows, hollow echoes,
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Why do you cry and look away,
it’s not my fault he left you.
Maybe it’s the way you tease or
how easily you are persuaded to
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I wish I had more to say, but my
words always seem to betray my
thoughts. It always starts with a
kiss and ends with the door
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When so soft a voice, in my ear rejoices the peace
of love and time fill my soul. The breath of life so
tender and faint like a shadow in the half light,
dancing between to worlds. All is made new by the
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Soft and sweet the language
of God spoken, whispers like
dreams. Real the words like
memories imprints of things
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Somewhere between where I am and should
be I find solace in what used to be. Naked
alone in the dark your smile is more than I
can stand. Scared of being put back
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Silent footsteps in the dark, buried
deep in a heart filled with sadness
and pain my shadow slowly walks
away. Answering the claims of my
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Sitting alone by a great sea visions of an
unknown world call out to me. Children
dancing and singing in a valley of green
among the flowers lying in the shadows
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Needing, nothing more than some peace
and maybe more time, I sit alone in a dark
room trying to remember you. Shadowy
figures dance in the candlelight, the
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