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The Secret To Happiness

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Live on the edge
Enjoy the thrill of near misses
Savour the resounding defeats
Own the victory
Stretch the slim chances
Push the limits
Realise that ‘normal’ is
A box society uses keep you docile
Cry silently, laugh uproariously
Scream like an angel, dance like a fool
Indulge your curiosity
Let every word you speak
Be an exclamation
Play in the dirt
Chase after donkeys and goats
Live and die in the same breath
And write about it
Live fearlessly and die proudly
When you’re done do it all over again

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Picture Perfect Escape

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What I’d give to be that boy again
I’d scrape my knees just to taste that joy again
To relive the amazement and wonder
But all that warmth is frozen in time
Overrun by years that reek of routine
Familiarity in these walls desperately suffocating possibility
This photograph is but a momentary escape
A time capsule of tasteful memories
That are soon eclipsed when I look in the mirror
The coldness still trapped in eyes that are
Forever blood stained by
The many pains they’ve witnessed

The Marriage of True Minds

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Nameless silhouettes tearing through
Tall dew kissed blades of grass
The sun barely piercing the unflinching fog
Just when I thought it would yet be
Another eternity before I’d see you
You sliced open my perception of what real is
Stretched it beyond imagination
And filled it with funky colours
And endless possibilities
Your hand is so far down my chest that
Vulnerability is now my strength
Boundaries have faded
That we’re now making up reality as we go
Simply put we’re a pleasant memory lost in time 
Trying our best not to be found

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Weekends are for relaxing
So when we’re not exploring, eating
Or killing bats and spiders
We wear humor on our faces
And tongues
We say outrageous things
And pretend the world is ours
Coz we heard it belongs
To those who can afford
To stop and smell the flowers

Twogether

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Tell me if you can
What haven’t we done to be twogether
The last minute bus rushes
Skipping classes, skipping town
Getting caught out in the rain
Late night bike rides in the middle of nowhere adrenaline rushes
The lies I’ve told just to be with you
I’ll gladly tell them again
…and all the other crazy things I can’t mention here
I guess the only thing remaining is for us to die
Just to be together
Wrong as it may sound when the world says we’re single
It IS true coz as much as we’re twogether, we are one

Day One Eight Three Nine

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I’m tempted to say this is the most
Exciting day of my life but that would be a lie
As any day spent with you is special in its own way
And always leaves me struggling to find
Superlatives to use to describe it
Yet to say it’s special doesn’t fully capture
The immensity of the moment
And that’s what it’s all about – moments
Fractions of time that give greater meaning
To the portrait we’re constantly painting
So I’ll take this moment to say that
Even though it’s day one eight three nine on the calendar
It’s still day one in my heart

12 Days

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Twelve – the number of men who’ve walked on Earth’s moon
Twelve – the number of studio albums the band The Beatles released
In English, twelve is the number of greatest magnitude that has just one syllable
It’s also the number of days it takes for someone to realise
Their fate is inextricably intertwined with another soul
At least that’s true for me
I don’t know how I made it from day one to eleven
Coz day twelve was a different kind of hell
What’s even more significant is the manner
In which this awful streak was broken

The day after the twelfth day
There you were, by the road side unaware that I was approaching
The second our eyes met for the first time in twelve days
You wore that toothy grin you bring out only on occasion
– such are moments on which my world turns
In that moment I said to myselfd
I can deal with nine, ten, eleven days
But may twelve days never come between us again