Mark Heathcote Poems

Lately, my sorrows have gone
Clift diving into the waves
But currently, I can still swim
I can paddle ashore through gales,
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Moths are guided by the light
In a lonesome kamikaze flight
Banging their heads, asking
Why didn't I land with aplomb?
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Fugitive, you can't leave
You've got to live behind bars
You've got to die behind bars
Fugitive, there's no reprieve
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Is life a pastiche of all we see?
Is it a spiritual crossing point
Far from the river Jordan.
Far beyond the Sea of Galilee.
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I've given up running because Death is a friend
I'm still waiting to meet between each breath
Sure, at intervals with pliers, he can pull out my teeth.
But know that I'm still grinning anyway when I fall
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I have a mind that doesn't contain any facts
I have a mind that-romanticizes-how-long love can last.
I have a mind that-doesn't-believe in autumn leaves
And believes spring lives on eternal, everlasting long
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Always while being discarded.
We are miscellaneous maladies of madness-
Sporadically ripped apart
Piecing together unspoken words and feelings of sadness.
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If I could pluck but one star
from this boundless universe
It'd be, undoubtedly-you.
Multiple paths roads might coerce
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Let me climb a mountain
and access a vaulted blue sky
I don't mind if I die here
as long as I am scouting
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pick me sunflowers
to fill a vase of water
ocean sunrise
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