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Mark Ashdown
http://markashdown.purpledream.com
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Blank
09/01/06 |
Today has been a strange day
A long day
A day of shifting time
Big piles of steaming hours and minutes
That nobody wants
Of golden thoughts with no takers
Well I suppose these days were made to be forgotten
But I will remember its constipation
Its spoon fed stubbornness
Its refusal to evolve into more than blank pages
I was not aiming high
Just enough to keep the words alive
Beautiful words
That could have said so much
Instead I sit back and look
Trying not to go crazy
The poem cant be ambushed
So I give up
Unscrew the cap
Maybe tomorrow the words will flow
But tonight I concede
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Falling In Love Over A Beer
09/21/06 |
I have never seen so much love in one place
As I saw in your eyes the other night
Whether it was love for a friend
Or want for a lover
I cannot be sure
Although I know it had so much strength
It could have won a war
Maybe I am too afraid to ask the question
Or maybe I do not know what the question is
Holding a lid on a casket of feelings
Which might hold the answer
Is my only solution
But can an answer come
If the puzzles words make no sense
It is not the words which work the magic they say
But your magic which makes the words
If this is true
Then I will set my own questions
Tick my own answers
And fall in love again
Be it tomorrow
Or in years to come
It will always be with you
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Walk Away
10/12/06 |
Seeing you today
Weak and innocent
It is hard to imagine
Where all that hurt came from
Did you hide it under your bed
Storing and saving it for an opportune moment
Or did you borrow it from the tears of others
Manipulating it, moulding it
Until your bullet of pain was ready
I took that bullet
Straight through the gut
So deep that I could taste the blood on my lips
Yet maybe I never cried
At least not for you
Those tears I spilt
Were for all those
Who hadn't the strength
To walk away
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This England
01/01/07 |
Ten thousand miles away from you
And that place I call home
I should feel lonely
But being here
Breathing this air
Hearing this tongue
All I see is a perfect reflection
Of my tainted land
Does this scare me?
Only if erosion of this wonderful place is certain
Then am I glad?
I will be when I see your face again
This England is mine for the moment
And will always be special
Somewhere in my cluttered mind
So please don't take anything away from these words
Other than my memories
And the simple fact that I miss you
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Lost
08/03/07 |
Lost myself for years
In what now seems to be
Time, Love, Dependence, Need
All foot holes in happiness
And potholes in sadness
Holes in life itself
Fractures in my sanity
Which will mend
Although the stitching will leave a scar
Which of course I will treasure
Like all the smiles in my life
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