Phil J Hambling

Nobody can notice your tears
In the bite of the January rains
They merge in salty stings
And into one long stream of memories
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A Celestial birth
Cast by a trillion dice
We came to exist
By the turn of the spheres
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Urgent bronchial fingers,
Flailing at the breeze,
Dealing out their copper calling cards to the earth,
Casting into the flux the torn tickets of time,
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The squirrel hoards it cache
Yet it knows that half goes missing
And that the lost nuts
Will make the trees of the forest
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Waiting for the daffodils
And the little yellow promises
Of a constellation of new born suns
Waving at us joyfully
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The old man flails his torch at time itself
Lost in the dark of nightmares
Confused and bloody minded
He blindly whips at the inevitable
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The echoes of ancestors
Seep out from behind the slanted gravestones
Shining a truth
Through the stained glass hearts
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The lament of the evening forest
Abandoned by the sun once more
To the flutterings of change on the wing
As sky-dot murmurations descend
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The great storm of Jupiter
Won't last forever
The fury is vast
And centuries old
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If we are honest
The most dangerous lies
Are the ones we tell to ourselves
Or is that a lie too?
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The ship was lost
In tragedy
Yet a city was founded in its ruins
In submarine reams
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How far into the fall
Before you accept
And glide with serenity
Into the arms of fate
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As I sit here
Everything could suggest that
Temporary existence wasn't a curse
But a blessing
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Stolen Lives
Taken by your hate
Stolen Lives
Taken by your ignorance
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A den of snakes can writhe
Behind a friendly face
Laced with honeyed words
The venom of their intention
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Crystal beads
Cling the blades of grass
Old water spirits
Weary of the night
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I would have pledged my faith
Before you drank yourself to sleep
My words were lost
To the charms
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Love is another language
Of strange symbols
And unknown sounds
But please could someone
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Let there be the thing that you always wanted
Let's make it happen
The most outrageous days
Transcendence of the mundane
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Season of wonder
And reconciliation
Mending of ways
And building again
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