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THE NINTH WAVE

by

Tyrell Deckard


Storm clouds gather on the horizon
of our relationship,
batton down the hatches,
splice the mainbrace,
it`s going to get rough .

I`m putting away the best crockery,
as I feel my bows being rocked
by the harsh words you gust
about the kitchen .
I flee into the living room,
searching for calmer sea`s,
you follow like a typhoon,
spitting and howling and wailing .

and wailing
and howling .

A seasoned campaigner,
I`v rode these sea`s before,
get a tight grip,keep your head down,
you`ll see it through .

Mabye i am just getting too old,
but do the storms seem to be more
frequent these days ?

I sometimes wish to let go,
and be washed overboard,at peace forever.
-A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.-
The storm disappears as the sun comes out
calm sea`s,tea`s and cakes,and smiles
all round.

But in her eyes ...
The storm clouds wait ...


JOYRIDERS

by

Tyrell Deckard


The crash was just a blur now,

the lights,

the pain,

the screams,


Being twisted amongst the wreckage,

now seems,

like just,

a dream.

I wake again from nightmares,

racing those final,

red lights,

we jumped ,

and realize,it`s not a dream,

and like

my legs,

i`m stumped ...




ATHEIST`S

by

Tyrell Deckard

Mankind spirals
Towards oblivion,
While along the way
Beleif in God ,
lag`s behind like
an unruley child ,
scuffing its feet .

Now destruction is but
moments away ,
We BELIEVE and REPENT now
but will god
want to play ??



PLAYSCHOOL

by

Tyrell Deckard

Playschool is a lonley place to be ,
I`m only two (almost three),
and i`m scared .

My parents hit me
to toughen me up ,
In playschool,i get hit enough ...

I dont want to mix with the other kids
and they dont want to mix with me ,
I`m happy just playing with
the trains, alone,
But they always bother me..

"HIT THEM BACK !"
"OR I`L HIT YOU , YOU MIGHT CRY
BUT THEY WILL TOO!" .


but playschool is a lonley place to be


when you`re only two (almost three)


and scared...



HEIGHT OF LONLINESS

by

Tyrell Deckard

The rain pours down

i`m thirty floors up

wringing out the clouds ,

without anyone ever knowing ,

except god (and mabye the man next door ) .


so high up .

so all alone .




middle of the afternoon.


if only your heart

was as easy

to touch

as these clouds...


CARRIBEAN NIGHTS

by

Tyrell Deckard

Bleary eyes , unfocused
dreaming ,
far , far away ,
Of somewhere exotic
but still here ,
still awake .


Dirt , noise , machines , smells
overalls
Dead ends
No freinds .

The night shift go about
Their business . . .
While limbo dancing somewhere
in the carribean
of their mind . . .