Loves himself

Professional. Not a hair out of place
Clean shaven, moisturised face
Suit, shoes immaculate state
In a hurry, don’t make him wait
Branded bag, branded belt
Expression like it’s you he smelt
High end watch beyond his means
First sign all is not as it seems
Second glance. Cheap shirt
No coat of any particular worth
Wannabe banker wanting more
A mini masquerade but what for?
Looking for status, copy their style
Sounding strong; empty all the while
Stand tall on the tube. Confidence exude.
A polished shell with everything to prove.

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Brief encounter

There she sat for half an hour
Enthralled entirely in her power
You didn’t raise your eyes or cough or say
Anything to draw her attention away
From the laptop she worked at constantly
From minute one to minute thirty
Instead you grabbed a glance or two
Thought about what you might do
To ask for her number or give her yours
But now she’s left through the cafe doors

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Cafe Buzz

Two men talk about work near the window
Teenage girls compare apps and pics
Mum and dad treat grown up kids
I’m in the cafe corner but not in the mix

No doubt there’s a buzz of voices shared
Background music hanging in the air
A pointed laugh every once in a while
Behind noise cancelled headphone wall; I don’t care

Smiles and frowns but no anger shown
All of life as a topic to explain and prod
Beings living, socialising, engaging
In the corner this solo worthless sod

Clamber, cautious, out of self dug trench,
Remove the guards and barricades let people in
Believe in people; the promise of belonging
Don’t delay, step forward, just one act to begin

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Love Spoken

We part for the day,
Take care, have fun,
We say.

Spend our time apart,
Good luck, safe journey,
Comes from the heart.

Trust my troth to others,
Miss you, kiss kiss,
Is all one mutters.

A last look, stored to last,
I love you my love,
Enough, until this day is passed.

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Self destructive fall

Little by little, by every step that he took
The story played out as if in a book
His prologue; a poisoned childhood
Early chapters; him up to no good
His turning point love for a woman
In who’s name he’d summon
The best of himself and all he could be
To save her and their combined destiny
But on this grey day, autumn commute
Before he’d met her, he was in dispute
Fighting himself, self destructive fall
Trying at things no conviction at all
No goals, no hopes, no dreams
No idea yet of what life means

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Sunday lunch

Out all the morning
All doing your things
Sleeping, playing, walking
Lost in the joy life brings
But come one o’clock
Family has its say
Time to gather together
For lunch on Sunday

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Tell me your Secrets

Tell me your secrets
I’ll tell you mine
The stuff on my chest
That’s been there for all time
There are things small and large
That I’ve wanted to say
Waiting for the right person
Now she’s stood here today

Tell me your secrets
I want to know more
To understand you
Like no one has before
The details, the failings
The strengths, hopes and dreams
To be as close as can be
To understand what you mean

Tell me your secrets
They’re safe here with me
We will talk and you’ll realise
It’s ok. From their burden you’re free

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Quiet Night

It’s been a week tumultuous
Busy, bossy and boisterous
Bed has barely had a look in
Never mind a lazy lie in
So when it comes to Friday
And the usual away play
Body and brain take fright
It’s time for a quiet night

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Wallflower Sigh

She’d be in love
If only she could
Romeo’s roll by
Wallflower sigh
Guy at the laundrette
Eyes electric met
Panicked at what he said
Mixed her white with red
She gave tinder a go
But needed to know
What to do or say, in every way
She ditched on dating day
Quiet soul
Looking to become whole
Not seeing on her own
The risk, the unknown
How being open, exposed
Is needed to try to close
Your hand on another
That loves the real you, your real lover

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Can’t look the day in the eye

It’s a sunny day
So why don’t I feel that way
I’m blue thinking about us
With no future, I can’t focus

Everywhere, a mood of hope
So why exactly can’t I cope
There’s trouble in my mind
Trouble of the unsettling kind

People at their highest height
So why should I take flight
It’s wrong, what we’ve got is wrong
No hiding that I don’t belong

Skies might be clear and bright
But that doesn’t mean all is right
The end for us is nigh, that’s why
I can’t look the day in the eye

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