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My Unintended<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve no regrets as to how it went,
it\u2019s a relief when the time is spent;
my unintended, here\u2019s the letter that I never sent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gambled it all on a single shot
I found myself in an awkward spot…
this psychodrama, was that really the best that we\u2019d got?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was another time, another place:
my unintended caught me staring her full in the face,
…a close shave and a saving grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Call it bad karma or misplaced trust.
such a bright future awaited us,
my unintended, how we ground all our dreams into dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve no regrets as to how it went,
it\u2019s a relief now the time is spent;
my best intentions couldn\u2019t change what the auguries meant..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t pretend I knew quite what I\u2019d do;
though something\u2019s planned it doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s completely thought through
and accidental actions come our way
till unintended consequences are all we have left in the game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In another\u2019s place I might have played a better hand,
all that\u2019s gone to seed but still I didn\u2019t understand.
In another time I\u2019d reap such wild oats as I\u2019d sown.
Oh, my unintended, where did our bright future go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reputation<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And there\u2019s the hidden bogeyman you fear
in wait beneath your bed
You might as well surrender
the advancing years are coming up ahead
All your pledges and promises,
every action constrained
by what\u2019s been said.
You might as well admit
that in the final reckoning
fame and fortune
are falsehoods that\u2019ll leave you for dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reputation you\u2019ve traded on
is a fragile thing
that won\u2019t last long
Buried treasure you banked upon
now you\u2019ve lost the map and the key.
You were offered the cup,
and drank so deep
on the cult of your personality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But none of that will matter come the day
when all the psychic armour you wore falls away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reputation you traded on
is a fragile thing
that won\u2019t last long
Buried treasure you banked upon
but you\u2019ve lost the map and the key
That reputation you traded on
no longer means very much to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Charm Alone<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This public face I\u2019m prepared to wear,
my private thoughts, I keep them all well hidden.
I set myself up for a fall.
It was all that I owned
so I relied on my charm alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I backed away from the untoward,
I\u2019d stacked the odds, I thought, in my favour.
The tables turned, it\u2019s all given away –
he who pays for the piper
gets to call in the loans.
You don\u2019t get far on your charm alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over and over,
again and again
I\u2019d play it by ear
till the short straw was drawn,
then lie in the bed
I\u2019d made my own
a lucky man trusting charm alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took you into my confidence,
I bared my soul in all my doubt and weakness.
I never thought I\u2019d be overheard –
my words were meant for your ears alone.
I revealed all my secrets
so my cover was blown
in whispered words through a megaphone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inaction and motive
in practised behaviour
I sought out advancement
I thought I was blessed
I thought I was special
but now nothing\u2019s left<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and so I sold my soul,
I bought the farm –
you only get so far on your charm alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What Lies Ahead<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deface, devalue,
delete, defer, downgrade….
Underplaying expectations
has become my stock in trade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The excuses growing weaker,
final settlement is due.
We\u2019ve all come here in search of transparency,
hoping only to see this through,
making light of the work we shouldered
while remaining in the dark
about the energy we’ve expended
in maintaining the vital spark,
keeping alive the vital spark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something\u2019s best left unsaid,
no telling what lies ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ll experience some slight discomfort,
you might feel a small, sharp scratch,
further side effects are most unlikely,
and any damage can be patched…
but every cure comes with a catch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s leave the truth unsaid
about all those lies ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What Lies Ahead<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deface, devalue,
delete, defer, downgrade….
Underplaying expectations
has become my stock in trade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The excuses growing weaker,
final settlement is due.
We\u2019ve all come here in search of transparency,
hoping only to see this through,
making light of the work we shouldered
while remaining in the dark
about the energy we’ve expended
in maintaining the vital spark,
keeping alive the vital spark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something\u2019s best left unsaid,
no telling what lies ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ll experience some slight discomfort,
you might feel a small, sharp scratch,
further side effects are most unlikely,
and any damage can be patched…
but every cure comes with a catch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s leave the truth unsaid
about all those lies ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anagnorisis<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a papered house
the lights are going down.
In blissful ignorance the king
makes a hash of repairing
his papier mache crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The treasure in his grasp
the part he was born to play,
have led him up the garden path
with his hopes and his broken heart shown on open display.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He doesn\u2019t understand,
they\u2019ll never let the talent know
that the shaking in his hand
is a sign-off: goodbye and not hello.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So much for awareness
of the crooked nature of the deal.
In a papered house there\u2019s no big reveal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He doesn\u2019t understand,
so much he\u2019d rather not know,
but he caught a glimpse of the seating plan
and so the story\u2019s blown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandees and groundlings, they\u2019ve seen it all before
and there\u2019s no sense of romance left at the artists\u2019 door.
Anagnorisis,
it\u2019s all given away;
in a papered house
there\u2019s hell to pay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Torpor<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Torpor rolls upon me in a fog,
settles like a sweat upon the skin,
hungers for the lungs to empty, breathe the darkness in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heavily, the day hangs, on a thread,
loaded on my shoulders hour by hour,
each unfolding moment holds me deep down in its power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Torpor has us tight within its grasp,
studied in inaction day by day,
painted in a corner by the gifts we give away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I find it hard to breathe,
I can\u2019t maintain the pace,
feels like I\u2019m slowing irreversibly
and there\u2019s no knowing where this leads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For torpor has us tight within its coils,
strangled in inaction day by day,
painted in a corner, all adrift we slip away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deceleration down to walking pace,
circling in search of a safe space.
I find it hard to speak,
the words remain unformed,
feels like I\u2019m slowing imperceptibly
and there\u2019s no knowing where this ends,
no, there\u2019s no knowing where this ends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Milked<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he milked the applause,
basking in the radiant glow
of a limelight that burned out some time ago,
to the dropping of jaws
his familiar slipped his side,
made her way to the wings
and stepped down from the ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He didn\u2019t know which way to turn
for she\u2019d been with him from the start –
and in her absence his careful demeanour
and his well-structured schemes fell apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s no comfort or safe haven to be found in the stormcloud night,
no friend for him now as he keeps holding tight to what might have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On another day he\u2019d fix up his brave face so no-one knows
the depth of the chill that\u2019s set into his bones, but it\u2019s only here
that he knows for sure,
thinking not to question why,
all the milk of human kindness has run dry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobody told him when the floodtide was coming then
it was suddenly over his head all too fast
and he was swimming for his life through the jetsam of his past
and all the driftwood of memory held in transitory, temporary measure,
none of that can buoy him up now in the bursting of his lungs,
in the blabbing of the tongue once so slick, once so proud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now he\u2019s counted out the time, he\u2019s fed out all the lines
that once charmed the birds from the trees ….
You want jewels? He\u2019s got these,
empty words and empty deeds,
not much left of the man to see….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the milk that\u2019s been spilled,
all the tears along the way,
all the words he\u2019s forgotten how to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Girl to the North Country<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Draw your chair up to the fire,
lay your burden down,
you\u2019ve come so very far
from where it all began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That doomed romance, long expired,
it\u2019s all behind you now.
She was once your lucky star,
you went and let her down so hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A place of safety
is that within her reach at last?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard she headed for the borderline
to bury all her memories underneath the drifting snow.
In the nick of time, in a trick of light you let her go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All the squandered time adrift, how\u2019ll you ever find her now?
Far out beyond the treeline, still in search of a magician
she can serve for better or for worse.
She always made a beeline for the one who\u2019d give her
less than she deserved
in the service of the fable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was she ever your true love of the long ago?
And did she think of you at last or would you really rather not know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All that\u2019s so very far away from now, today –
if she was once your lucky star
she was never going to stay that way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So it all ends up at the borderline,
she never was the girl that you once glimpsed behind the glass.
This boat is holed below the waterline,
this story stands no scrutiny at last.
How strange that everybody bought the line
you invented to romanticise the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And just like that she\u2019s gone….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Deaf Ears<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A lost apostrophe\u2019s
come all adrift,
suspended in mid-sentence
so the sense is all skew-whiff
and nobody\u2019s listening now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The art of persuasion
sifting fiction from fact,
diversion, smoke and mirrors,
it\u2019s all part of the act
so no-one\u2019s really listening
in the audience.
Time will tell
just how much is soft soap
and how much hard sell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the audience
the five minute bell
toils underwater,
this won\u2019t end up well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here\u2019s the one-trick pony
with all the gift of the gab.
You never know the worth of what you have.
He\u2019s sold his stock of baloney,
giving it one final stab –
he never entertained the slightest doubt.
You never know when time is running out.
The words are falling on deaf ears
all sense and meaning disappear,
no language of precision lasts in these declining years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A breath I\u2019ve been holding in,
a pregnancy of pause,
a phantom punctuation
in an inconclusive clause…
well, nobody\u2019s listening now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You put the words together, no-one\u2019s listening now.
They clap their hands together, no-one\u2019s listening now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Descent<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only yesterday you were pegging out your tent.
You stood pitch-perfect at the centre of the floe;
although nobody could know quite where you went
we were sure you were intent on the descent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the border post all the documents were stamped,
you had clear passage to go onwards to the peak,
knowing conditions on the journey would be cramped.
Bit by bit jaw muscles tensed up as they champed….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So the moment passed while you were sitting on the fence,
become light-headed in the thinning of the air,
although you\u2019d carefully prepared for such events.
For all you care about it, here\u2019s ten pence
to make a call, forever henceforth
you\u2019ll be saying how your back was bent in the descent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Starved of oxygen, something had thrown you off the scent,
molecular particles are scattered in the wind.
Although you sensed something beginning, in the end
for all the chances given, heaven-sent,
you\u2019d trade them all to pay the rent
and now you no longer remember what they meant in the descent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only yesterday you were pegging out.
Your tent stood abandoned where you left it
in your attempt at the descent.<\/p>\n\n\n

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