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Writing by Samuel Pye

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  • Rest

    Rest
    Just how original can we be,
    when measured with infinity,
    just how right can we be,
    when wrong was all we used to know,
    clear your mind and get some sleep,
    have a walk in the cool of night,
    smile at the morning sun as it warms your face,
    a representative of the human race,
    sorry,
    could you repeat that and tell me what was actually correct,
    known and factual,
    about the actual we do not know,
    fragile, what a pretty site,
    evoking jealousy and bad taste,
    what a waste,
    you, hap hazzard, guessed correct,
    I can’t tell you anything yet,
    why, because i can’t comprehend,
    therefore, how can you be the one supposed to mend,
    enough, take care as you driven slowly round the bend,
    incoming and outgoing, she blagged her head,
    get to bed,
    reluctant faith in a fickle, ill informed mind of his own,
    a good feeling to feel at home,
    solidarity, obedience and sincerity,
    reflect mildly as the mirror shows me weakness,
    but i won’t let that be the excuse,
    there can be no excuse,
    just an excuse me, as I walk past,
    blank, too high to ask questions,
    too paranoid to wait for a response,

  • A Different Reminder

    A Different Reminder

    Waking from a nightmare,
    Fearful and frightened,
    Another different reminder,
    A clear night sky,
    Residual heat fading fast,
    I am not sure how long we will last,
    No honourable profession,
    Or valid faith,
    Can disguise what we lack,
    Insight, awareness, knowledge and truth,
    Remain sincerely aloof,
    Fragility and flaws,
    We are but yours,

  • Inability

    Inability

    I have an inability to express what’s in my heart,
    I have an inability to know where to start,

    So quietly, I slid myself beneath the waves back into the warm dark ocean,

  • Matter of Time

    Matter of Time
    Letting go of the darkness surrounding me,
    The beauty of all I see remains a burden,
    Too temporary, too delicate, too fragile,
    I cannot find peace,
    I long to walk in the light, but cannot handle the fight,
    Wickedness, supernatural fears,
    Uncertainty and the inevitable argue and agree,
    I immerse myself in fresh clean air, wild wind, rugged landscapes and warm Sun,
    I sit on the shore and argue my absence,

  • Currency

    Currency
    A disingenuous management tool delaying belief,
    a cruel catastrophe,
    it divides our time,

  • Antiquities

    Antiquities
    Like a painter,
    you shocked my senses,
    vivid sharp colours,
    shine in the bleak sky,
    weightless immersion,
    floating in warm waters,
    the comfort of your approval,
    solid wooden antiquities,
    the character of time.

  • Breaths

    Breaths
    Soft and unprepared,
    I am tired and I am scared,
    I want to press pause,
    to insert a sanity clause,
    I am truly yours,
    all cruel and wicked tongue,
    though it is with you I belong,
    the sharp moments of gravity,
    provide the clarity for me to see,

  • Wild Wind

    Wild Wind
    As the wild wind blows across my being,
    the lies, the cries and all the foreseeing,
    my consciousness is left behind,
    I am now elements,
    I feel the rain on my face,
    as I walk through this rugged beautiful place,
    the warmth, the reminders,
    the receptive eccentric,
    that loves to dance,

  • History

    History
    She ran through his veins, like a mighty raging torrent,
    Manners, mannerisms all abhorrent,
    She struck, she decided,
    He and his worlds all collided,
    Like the clean, cool air after a storm,
    Through her depictions he was reborn,
    She tore at his timid beast,
    Until actions, like a bird released,
    All settled and withered away,
    Waiting for another perfect time of day,
    For her to reach out and have her say,
    History and her lessons,
    Help us decide the way,

  • Youthful Delusions

    Youthful Delusions
    I retreated,
    Backed away,
    Closed the shop,
    Shut up for the day,
    This time I had nothing to say,
    Void,
    Where once youth bubbled,
    Stone cold expressions,
    Vacant, abstract conclusions,
    The heartache of youthful delusions,