__ poetical musings __
© 2002 Ben Willmott,
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Where?
When you lose someone for whatever reason
You like to think you won't forget.
One day I looked for her,
She wasn't there.
Where?
Looking For My Keys
I wish I could be simple,
Not glued to strange ideas, ideals,
Wanting more where less is there.
A glad fool; to you I entrust
The sunsets and stray melodies of my soul
I need to change key says the randomness in me,
Find a fork in the path,
Take a left turn,
And find the sunsets and stray melodies she blew away with a wave of her hand.
Does the crazy dance of turning leaves hypnotise me?
For I know the trees,
But the Sun has come down
And the path I no longer see.
So,
I wander the trees,
Looking for stray melodies,
Lending those I find in me...
And looking for my keys.
Panic
Loss of control.
You want to carry on
And have time stop.
Instead...
Time carries on,
And you stop.
Eyes bulge,
Muscles tense,
Straining at the leash
They sometimes act before you think, or
Frozen,
They won't act at all.
A Question of Trussler
(unfortunately based on true life)
Maybe he was not wise to,
The sofas' "raison d'etre";
To sit on,
NOT,
"To shit on."
Straight to the facts,
He dropped his slacks
...and delivered.
In public.
Wrong room Mr Trussler
What an error.
And now,
He faeces the penalty:-
For discharging,
He is discharged dishonourably.
But still,
The question "Why?"
What motive drove this arsehole?
Perhaps he was caned?
Perhaps he should be?
For he was not flushed or embarrassed,
And neither was his creation.
Who knows?
Who gives a shit?
...Oops.
Despair
Hole
Emptiness.
It fills up your throat,
Clenches your fists,
Looks out through your eyes.
What does it see?
What you see.
What do you see?
What it sees;
Not much,
No answers.
Only questions,
And not much time.
The Fascination Of My Eyes
Your image
Is a magnet to my gaze.
Though I try to look elsewhere,
My eye is helpless as it strays.
© 2002 Ben Willmott,
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© 2002
Ben Willmott
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