TRAINS IN THE NIGHT …


trains in the night …

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if honesty wore a gown or sat in shop doorways

bound by the collection of photographs in my card box

if it danced insanely wearing a cap labelled ‘hurt’

maybe truth would ‘restart’ and matters clear

like light that is golden frames the gaps between clouds

or settles on that honest place between her breasts

where love, art and memory fuse and confirm there is beauty

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honesty less honourable would take a different journey

use device or scheme to loose the lounging tiger

those green eyes lowered forgetful might wander like ants

but paradise is full of heroes who suffered worthy

the consolation of the consoled only slight and weary

for justice there is no remedy no cause no reward or certainty

but for trains that travel through the night there is only sycophancy

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writtenbyedenbray14.10.2013

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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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