No trade where no fear
7 May 2016
Silent stream
World of inversion
Relentless
Whirling fast
Desperation to the last
Of fading monsters
Strident scream
World of perversion
Black to white
The weak smite
The kings walk slow in tatters
While the knaves bear crowns
Inside out
The miracles wane
Fading pain
New desire
Unending cycle matters
The caves of my mind
Light splatters
Cavities of eyes
I see them
The dark hordes
Silhouettes cut against gleam
Of waning moonbeam
They depict
With our quaking fears
Shades of grey
Loss decay
Down once more into the fray
Battle creation
Upside down
Kafka they remind
Those patterns
Bleak lanterns
Rising of the dead who drowns
Though the hand extends
We will see
The victorious ends
Rise of tides
That repeat
Endless the ways of defeat
When hearts speak sorrow
White pages
They speak to me scores
Sentences
Suspended
The trail of lives now ended
When agony won
We are one
Our beauty so clear
Fine crystal
Shimmering
The end of slavery’s ring
No trade where no fear
Reading of the poem:
My Favourite Faded Fantasy – Damien Rice
I don’t want to change you – Damien Rice
The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice
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