Mark Heathcote Poems

Every story generates lies and tall tales
Distorting mirrors sadly, ruin lives.
It is better to be independent of any fictions
Find those sieves within yourself
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Liquid forms all forms of life and evaporates, does that mean the flower never was?
And its mortal fleeting beauty shouldn't be spoken of and enjoyed as flesh and blood.

The deepest ocean is a bottomless pit whoever throws the first stone never reaches the pulp of it or the seed of it or the pip.
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Raw and savage, beauty
is abreast of the world.
She sits in her arbour
an ardent little girl.
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Oh, how can it be?
You don't wish the same sweet happiness' for me?
Surely we're not two worlds apart.
Just because I'm white and you, you are dark
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Two hearts together
At the moment
A spark ignites a fire
Of inextinguishable, desire.
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I tried to love you
Let it be said
I tried to love you
Like you loved me
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Howling heart, don't leave me
Don't deplete the darkness
Under hungry, loving eyes
With any long-drawn-out goodbyes, aching, compromise.
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My heart can't fly
But it can walk high wire
In a gale-force wind
And roar like an African lion
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Lust has always been my Achilles heel
I guess we all have weaknesses
Mine is when those pretty girls go by
With Short miniskirts, knee-high.
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Russell Lee's photo 1939
Simply shows a young negro African-American man drinking water
From a 'coloured' wall-mounted-fountain in a streetcar terminal in Oklahoma City,
A young black man, he's just standing there simply passing the time of day,
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