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STOLEN HANDS – Promote Yourself

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Sunday Evening…
All ready I’ve
Suffered enough
Of this
Incurable
Hopeless rage.
I sit
To try and write it out
My feelings flowing
From blood
To words
On this unforgiving page.

See I once
Held hands
That i
Stole
While i plotted lives
With a cold hearted
Grace.
Now my hands
Lie
Only to my
Own skin
The punishment
I deserve
There is no longer
Solace in a
Beautiful face.

I betrayed
My own
Beating innocence
It is now
A cold dead tomb
In which i am burdened
By its weight
With dark skies
And overdue consequences
Time has finally caught on
The price of lies
I’ve discovered
Is beauty
Returning
As hate.

Gabriel Denver

Neon Light

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The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.

The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
Pondering if tonight
Will be his last.
Time for one more drink.

He won’t be the last to sit under this neon light.
Looking at his reflection
Reliving life’s mistakes
On histories screen
That hangs behind the bar.

Time for that final drink,
You need to move on.
Here this one is on the house,
Time to say goodbye.
I see another face ready to sit
Under this neon light.

Gabriel Denver

OLD FLAME – Promote Yourself

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Sitting across a table
From an old flame
Two glasses trying to close
A distance of
Guilt and blame.
His Head looks down at the floor
Instead of her eyes
He is trying to explain how he loved her
Despite all of the lies.
Small replaces pillow
In the conversation they now talk
Nothing there to keep them seated
Hands shake
And off they walk.

Gabriel Denver

The Biography Of An Ordinary Man – Promote Yourself

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The flame passes over,
It can light a cigarette
and also end a marriage
He smiles at the irony
And inhales
Holds it in for that second too long
Slow suicide some call it
Idiots
We are all dying slowly
Life is a lottery
Only this one your number
Is guaranteed to come up.
He is not usually a morose guy
Just practical
Sees life for what it is
The moment when dreams die
And reality takes over
At that point
When dreams become truth,
Disappointment
Also brings an understanding .
He blows the smoke into the air
And toasts the understanding with life
You ground me down
I’ll give you that
But at least now
You’ll leave me alone.
At least he has this place
Not much
But really what do you need
A bed
A nice shade on the walls
And a record player.
Life has taken my dreams
But not my LP; s
Not even the wife got them
Funny
That’s all I wanted from her
But when I’m gone
Those boxes
Will be placed in a charity shop
No clue to their importance
No way of telling
How many tears
Ran side by side with the needle
That’s life I guess
The biography of an ordinary man.

Gabriel Denver

THE LIGHT – Promote Yourself

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My darling
My beautiful one
Why did you leave
I was gone only in the physical sense
I’d never leave you
I told you that in those,
my
final hours.
All you had to do was listen to the beat of your heart
and you’d know
I was with you.
I’m always with you.
Why have you travelled to this place
You knew what you were doing
what you were giving up
when you signed that….
register.
Travelled far
Used the last of our bond
to be able to breath into you
once more.
I have nothing left now
the last between us
is dying.
My darling
I felt your pain
I battled as hard as I could to stay
In the end the body gave in
You knew we would be together….
One day,
In a place where time
does not exist
You had to wait though
Now look what you have done
what you have given
to them
In order to try and somehow
ease my pain,
You cannot cross from there.
whatever they promised
It cannot be given
My darling
if there is any chance
of you finding your way back
I breath it to you
in the darkness of
your solitude
I give you
the last few colours
of
my final light……..

Gabriel Denver

A Dedicated Bench

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On this a blue skied day
I wonder around this quiet village
Where unknown families
Inherit
Eternity together.
Lying side by side.
No longer burdened by hopes,
Dreams
Dramas or petty woes.
Here
You can come and sit
At a strangers feet
On a dedicated bench
That takes the weight of time
Off your shoulders.
I wonder about the life
They lived
In-between those numbers.

Gabriel Denver

hEARTS AND fLOWERS – Promote Yourself

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It was never hearts and flowers.
We didn’t work that way
Our time was stolen
And half promises
Were made to each other.
I cannot speak for her
But I think we loved
Lust
Certainly played a part
I wanted us
To be real
I think it could have been
If she allowed
Herself
To let go
Ever so slightly.
Moments of beauty
Were accompanied
By soundtracks of her choosing
Those strings are now
Played for her
Whenever her scent returns from memory

Gabriel Denver

THE CITY – Promote Yourself

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Dusk in the city
The bars are filled with the young
Each with their own style
But as the bar fills
They
Bump into mirrors as
They squeeze past.
The man standing outside
Not
Interested in the crowd
His smoke blows into the air
It dances with the mists
Of time
That are forever present
On these streets
Haunted tonight
Not from histories ghosts
The ghost of her.
The buildings
Each one a reminder of something
They passed at one time
Hand in hand
Life in life.
Now no more
Their life now becomes
More mist to be added
To this city.

There is a building over the road
The window face out over
A crossroads.
How many have sat
And dreamed about a life to come
Or a life that was.
Plans so important to those
Who sat there?
Now only remembered
By the walls that
Still stand.
The cigarette stubbed out
Placed in the bin
In case the birds eat it
She was always worried about those birds
A small smile comes on his face
Another bit dies inside
Over the loss.
Passes through the others
Standing in the bathroom
Washing his hands
Trying to wash away the decision made
He knows the ghosts
Are telling him something
When he is unable to look
At himself in the mirror.

Gabriel Denver

Runs

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Never seen anything quite so free
Runs for fun
Runs because she can
Hair flowing
Legs going in every direction
My breath catches with every step
In case she falls
Nothing I can do though
I have to let her run
And for her to know
I’ll be there
To pick her up.

Gabriel Denver

DINNER


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There is a man sitting
In a table
Just him.
Around him are couples
And friends
Enjoying
And eating dinner
Typical restaurant
On any given night.
This man
I watch him as he sits there
Expensive shoes
Fancy named shirt
Always on his phone
Speaking to different people
I can’t quite hear what they are
Talking about
Sounds like business rather
Than friends
He’s showing everyone
How important he is
Always chatting
Can’t even put it down when the girl
Brings him his food.
Yes he is so busy
And so important
He dines alone.
So I switch my gaze
I see a man outside
Glasses like
Eric Clapton from his unplugged album
In fact the whole outfit looks like
That
Very 1992
I liked his style until
I see
The gold chain worn on the
Outside of the t shirt
That kind of ruined it for me a bit
He decides not to come in anyway
And the business man has finished
And paid his bill.
Maybe I judged him
Harshly
He might enjoy eating by himself
But I think I would have a book
To read if it was me.
Anyway
No more interesting people to
Watch
Where is the girl with my meal?

GABRIEL DENVER

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