Michael WheelerWyatt Poems

It’s 1 am in the morning,
And the resident DJ takes his stand.
Lasers and shiny people
All looking for Euphoria.
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Sitting on a slow train-watching the grey sky
I smell your closeness as you take a seat close by
And soon I fantasize over your reflection
You don't see my advances of deception
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Ooh – I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she doesn’t even know

Do you think her mother knows what she brought us
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Daily grind, daily grind
Plays around with my troubled mind
Daily grind, daily grind
Waiting for the clock to chime
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I thought the sobbing so sweet the day that I had to say goodbye
Now I am in paradise alone it’s those tears that really make me cry
Perfume in the air from flowers I cannot name
Birds on my balcony that I don’t need to tame
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TEMPUS FUGIT - TIME STOPS


Time stopped the moment I saw you
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Have you ever had a friend who is always near?
Who makes life’s little problems perfectly clear?
Have you ever had a love that made you feel like a king?
Who makes the heart in you sing?
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The rain is really pouring now
On the streets of London Town

The lightning strikes the fields of gold
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The moon illuminates the clouds with magnesium threads
They drift by at the speed of the rushing wind
Perfume from exotic blooms hang in the ether like a fine silk veil
Sea flavoured water warms the coral sands lapping repeatedly like a dogs tongue on
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