From Chapter 7 of The Floating Harbour

The hunter morphs into the watcher, sat there up upon the sill, as the ears diverge to better sweep the aural landscape, with the tapping of the twitching tail, its tip over the edge, beating faintly every time it hits the stone; making waves each time it sweeps against the sky.

Follow now the ripples in the air.
Pick a pathway as they’re shattered on the wind.
 
One careens into
the shouting out of wares and prices.
One emerges on
the far side of a whirlpool, impact-born.
 
Two are tangled
in a mass of muttered words and uttered phrases.
Still more are
lifted to escape the sonic storm.

 

   What happens next?
The hunter reappears, sprung by reflex as the shop door moves, guided by its hinges, loosing out unto the street a flurry, flitting through the muddied heels, and leaps and lands and launches to balletic sprinting, matching twists and torques and turns, and, lastly, lunges for the trailing tail that takes it only ever onward into bedlam and about the city’s fully-laden, fraught with frenzy, arch-suspended street, and they tumble, ‘twined together, passing hoof and boot and wheel, to fall within the crowd and out of written view.
I pass the offshoots of the mass of people. I’ve approached the bridge and stand, and stand intrigued, repulsed, enticed, on the verge of venturing, ceding control and passing into the unknown.
Chaos to get into.
The tattered tethers of the known to leave behind.
 

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Healing By Love

As a stressed , depressed person ,
to everything , you have an aversion.
Expose yourself to the feeling of love .
You will find yours totally different version .

Love can be of any kind .
In this universe , anywhere you can find .
in any person, in nature or in its lovely creatures.
or can be residing in your own mind.

Love , A most pleasant feeling .
Increases rate of soul’s healing.
Any damage in the soul can be cured .
So, regarded as the best medicine.

Love , fills all positivity in your brain.
Makes the world colourful again.
More sensitive you become .
but , makes you forget all your pain.

Should try this feeling once in your lifetime .
let it occupy your heart and mind .
By love , all dark gloomy days are turned bright .
then anywhere you see , all joy you find.

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Acoustic

scrunched emotions dripped
pleasure at her smile
heart lured into the labyrinth
of words wielded like a wire
her lips like the string
of guitar, tiny but succulent
inviting, acoustical rhythm
making my heart bleed the crest.
19:10:11:18:33
by Adeyemi Joshua

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Again

Solitude: I’ll meet with you.
When?
Not now.
Where?
Not here.

‘Not now’ is never.
Somewhere. Somewhen.
‘Not here’ is nowhere.
There and then.

Never and nowhere…
Never and nowhere…

Try a-
Try a-
gain.

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If You Were Mine

IF YOU WERE MINE
I’d run a mile
Cover every crack in a mine
Just to make you smile.

IF YOU WERE MINE
The gods would know
I’d be your everything,
Your servant, your king
I’ll pick you up when you are down,
I’ll be the drug to your high.

IF YOU WERE MINE
You’d know every pleasure known to a man
You’d never shed a tear apart from that of joy
For our love I’d wage war on every man, even Troy.

IF YOU WERE MINE
You’d know that every heartbeat of mine belongs to you
I’d let them know that your heart ain’t meant for breaking
And your body is meant for sweet love making
And if one day we were to grow apart, I would break, fold and die from my broken heart.

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Fever never breaks

A fever has never broken like a spirit
The hammer an ill fitting tool for the slit
The concealed scarlet touch reaching through
Presents a tempting process long overdue
What may take a life time to comprehend
A prospect close at hand is the end
An empty bottle but the rattle of one pill
A sentenced prescription in need of refill
The bed made comfortable but for one
In the hollow fingers are allowed to run
And who enacts sweet love to the obsession
Then settles, exhausted in the depression.
Life was not made to be easy
Who told you death would be?

Murdoch Mouse

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Éponine

Too ignored (pen ‘n mind) a-by
the author, e’en as he writes
the lad’s forgetting of you,
his seeing past and through.

Attention lavished only as your
arc falls to conclusion.
Le wretched, not adopted,
from precocious to deprived.

Without actor, song, or music;
with only ink on page…
Your simple passing? Wrenching.
She tried to smile again and died.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.

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