Your Love is an Island-Talos

Your love is an islandI'm scorched in the sands of it....jpgThis song is really worth a listen. Poetry to music. Beautiful build up to a sublime finish.

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Your Love Is An Island





I love you

But you’re blemish free

Too perfect for me

Too smooth, too soft

I look for broken skin because I live in the cracks

A mole.

But there is no shelter for me on your porcelain cover

Nowhere to hide, no freckle to make me safe

And though I strove for perfection

I realise now it has no colour .



Kindred Treasure

Kindred Treasure.jpg

Oh but she was a surprise

Her quiet demeanor formed from years of feeling

That her thoughts and impressions

Were too different for this world

Too absurd.

But when I dug

I found treasure

Insurmountable pleasure.

Nuggets of golden wisdom

Magic locked in hidden gems

Oh how she sparkled then !

If only the world could look beyond the chest

Beyond the ‘best’

Took shovels to the soil

Sifted through the silt

She could live without guilt.

Oh if only they could.

She would shine like she should.








I longed for you through inky night and harsh sunlight

I called on the stars to help me.

I summoned the winds to bring you near.

My every thought was spattered with you

Scattered by you.

Your effervescent tongue had awakened every nerve.

I felt flooded by your spirit

Engulfed by your soul.

And then it stopped.

I stopped.

And you called.

(c) Slumpless



‘What’s in a name?’

Shame. Shame.Shame.

I would be giving you the key to me

My thoughts would be censored


No it’s better this way.

No fame. No fuss.

I would rather be anonywuss.


Fiddle Dee Dee


Fiddle dee dee

I’m filled with glee

My pockets are full

My life is free

Fiddle dee doo

I don’t care about you

Your lack of life

Won’t give me any strife.

Fiddle and fun

My life is overrun

With all things good

No feeling of ‘should’

I was borne here by luck

And I know that may suck

But I’d rather bury my head in the sand

Than give you a hand.


Muted Soul


muted-soulOh that the world was run on love

There would be no such thing as a heart unrequited

No such thing as a passion blighted.

A soul could not ignore the call of its mate

Could not deny its fate

Could not pass by and pay no heed

To the thumping desire of its other half’s need.

Oh that the world were yin and yang

My heart wouldn’t feel this pang.

Of the terrible and infinite cost

Of a love that’s nearly all but lost.

(c) Slumpless