Dale Mullock

There is a sign in heaven's kitchen,
That says enter at your own risk,
Be mindful of the lichen,
And the low flying whisk!
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Your pretty chocolate brown eyes,
twinkle like the stars in the sky,
a smile growing on your face,
I take your hand and we embrace,
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Press the pause key and hold it right there,
Freeze frame the love that is in the air,
Can you see the curvature of her face,
Of which my eyes must caress in trace,
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You’re looking out of the window,
you’re watching the settling snow.
Soft the snow falls like angels’ feathers,
bringing your children and joy together.
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Perhaps you have never been told,
that your heartbeat is a special treasure,
which cannot be bought or sold,
not with diamonds that are forever,
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This verse isn’t about sex or love,
no, no you know it’s sweet and good,
tell me what keeps you up at night,
tell me why you’re so full of fright,
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In a deep purple haze,
coated in ultraviolet rays,
I am captured and caught,
deep in convalescent thought,
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In Gloaming's growing grey shadow,
The dying Sun turns the landscape sallow,
Radiant solar souls slowly sink below the horizon,
Succumbing to Shadow's sickly reason,
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As you are roaming
Into twilight's gloaming
Look into Love's eyes
Please don't compromise.
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I am walking the streets at night,
bathing myself in the moonlight,
watching others go about their business,
so many people living in the darkness,
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When you can’t sleep at night,
and you’re all alone in the twilight,
turn those nightmares in to dreams,
by building up your self-esteem,
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Abiding to a dictator's scheme,
Suffering a depressive regime,
Have to suppress emotion,
Happiness an absurd notion,
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Have you ever jumped from a plane,
free-falling to the ground below?
Have you ever walked the Antarctic
and tussled with its cascading snow?
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On a magical starlit night,
Heaven’s gems shine so bright,
Terpsichorean moonbeams,
Create dazzling scenes,
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Snow covers the battle scene,
seeing death amongst the evergreens.
A shield and sword in my grip,
in the snow we all stumble and slip.
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As darkness crept across the floor,
Slithering up the helix stairwell,
Merging with the darkness cast by my door,
Memory rippled athwart mind groundswell,
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Voices like violence,
Attack this silence,
Should be no push or shove,
For this silence is love,
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Lost in my own eden,
all ground flat and even,
no hint of winter’s season.
Only the warmth of the sun,
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I stand upon a mountaintop,
and I yell out my name.
All I hear in reply is an echo.
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I spy with my eye,
A pesky little fly,
Passing me by,
To swat it I try.
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