Beautiful Loss
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Such a beautiful thing in withered hands
And time and no man shifts the sands
I stop the tide and walk on fire
And long for you my hearts desire
Still beating with the fuel of rage
No point to turn the lonely page
Stranded here I suck my thumb
I'd call you but you'd never come.

(c) Marjorie Razorblade

I watch as he leaves
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The leaf blew in the treetop
And whispered out your name
As wind howled through the forest
And silence never came
I watch you fall and wonder where
I should lay my wreathes
As death comes quickly for you
In a pile of autumn leaves.

(c) Marjorie Razorblade


The Whispering
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Sometimes I can still hear your voice...

I think about it whispering in my ear
But I can never make out what you're trying to say
I sometimes used to pretend to be asleep
So I could hear you say
"See you in the morning beautiful one"
But then, I'd always be thinking about saying that to someone else
And now
No-one whispers
And with hindsight, I should have opened my eyes and smiled.


(c) Marjorie Razorblade

Heart
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The heart is a funny thing;
Not capable of direct feeling,
Living merely as an extension of emotion, in ventricles and valves
And i've stayed awake at night analysing mine,
Sunsets and Oceans have brought it no satisfaction
Words are of no consequence,
And fingers cold to touch never penetrate
Maybe i'm turning cynical
I ask my heart,
Is it any wonder?

(c) Marjorie Razorblade

Freedom
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My eyes shielded from burning sun
The day of freedom at last had come
I let you go but still you stay,
I pushed you so you'd fly away,
I took the rope removed the ring
You screeched and lifted up your wing
I'll love you till the day I die
Be brave embrace your urge to fly.

(c) Marjorie Razorblade

(returning the bird poem)



Sonnet
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The consellation prize
A sonnet wrapped between the thighs
With death and pity in his eyes
A sonnet for the taking
I chose the angel of the skies.
A walking bible
And upon my arrival
Such shame
For my name of love
To be taken so in vain.
A sonnet with messages
Delivered too late
And words are only words
And actions act to demonstrate
Second place
Is no place at all
And I listen to my instincts call
And I'm a danger to myself
For a sonnet

I always fall.

(c) Marjorie Razorblade

Them Theres the boyfriend Blues
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I've got them lonesome boyfriend blues
Think I'm gonna git me a hownd dawg
And sit on ma porch with a geeetar
Cos ma man has gawn and left meee in the setttin sun
While he's gawn travellin I'm gonna get me some gin
An I shaw will miss him because he took ma heart an I gotta get that back from him
Oooh I gots them bluees mama
I needs to get me a new lover
But out here in this swamp I'm a donefa and I just don wan no other.


(c) Marjorie Razorblade