Saturday moonlit evening,

Crescent eyes in the sky,

And xenomorphic beings between.

It's cold in Appalachia,

During midnight turmoil,

Burning the midnight oil.

Solid truths,

Forgotten memories,

Ghostly in history.

Greatest world,

Held between two chopsticks,

And not mistaken for a new one.

Ghostly after image sky,

Held between my eyes,

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Recall

Pinned to my mind’s toolbar,

Waiting to be put to good use.

Reliable in times of need,

Ever faithful, loyal friends.

Kept apart from those I dread,

Who will remain compartmentalized.

Padlocked away in rusty boxes,

Keys long since disappeared.

Helping me sleep at night,

Guiding the brain toward peace.

Fending off daylight’s doldrums,

An esca...

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self-made is self-man made
self-made is self-man made glory
joy is self-made joy
joy is a joyful self-made
joy is a joyful glory
glory is a joy of glory
glory of joy,glory of self-made

man is man made glory
a mass of glory is a mass of man made
a mass of glory is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of energy
energy is a mass of joy
energy is a joy of energy
mass is a joy of energy

...

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Life is moving so fast..
I am wanting to catch on...
But my wheels of emotions aren't turning the way I would like them..
They halt...they stall...they screech...they breach the peace I wish to feel within...
Little things hold me back...
Big things force me to go on...
I wish to breathe when I am expected to sprint..
I have the need to just lie down...when I am expected to fly...
Where do...

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Not enough pressure

These days I cannot see it

It's not long enough

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HIDEAWAY

By the Urban Poet

Oh I wish I could hide away

And live every single day

With no interference 

From those close or near us

I wish I could hide away

I could do with a break you know

And get covered from head to toe

In them massage oils

And be wrapped in tin foil

To take all me stresses away

Oh I wish I lived by the sea

Take in the sun and the...

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Up against the legendary Lawman

Hard defender's hopeless case

Thunderbolt strike all mighty roar

True Stretford End King arm upright salute

Forever acclaimed never will we forget.

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I go back there sometimes

for coffee and to see some

old familiar faces from

first school days,

~

older sporting foes too,

to relive closely fought

local derby games,

~

but secretly it’s the places

that truly take me back,

some unchanged sixty

years or more,

~

forgotten benches knee

deep in nettles no longer

cradle young lovers’ trysts,

~

sa...

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The Berlin Holocaust Memorial is stark.

For the Tool though, those Stelae made a brilliant backdrop

to his ‘Twenty-Two election publicity lark;

The Shoa, he reduced to a pantomime prop,

Behind you, behind you! Look, Sir, it’s the …!

At Auschwitz yer man is on ‘Twenty-Five’s photo-shoot,

The strain in his face, act studiously honed

to show that he cares, oh, look at him, ...

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Surprised you’re not a footballer

You played a blinder tonight

Surprised you’re not a tailor

You stitched me up good and proper

Surprised you’re not a barber

You had me by the short and curlies

Surprise, surprise, mate,

you ain’t worth the agg.

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You were one in a million
You said you loved me
Zillions and gazillions
You were one in a million
With a smile that was sextillion
You went and stole my heart 
Miss you now we are apart
You were one in a million

I was wandering around this earth
Not impressed for what it's worth
Then suddenly out of the blue
I had a dream and met you
You kissed me and it became real
Alive you make m...

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I looked at the pale face
that face that doesn’t exist
neither alive nor dead
but inhabits the space of one who is no more
It was a nightmare that inhabited me
and suddenly it became flesh
it started to walk, it breathed the need
Death is not an end
it’s not even a rest
It is the continuity of absence
that insists on showing itself

And I saw those bodies
they didn’t know what they we...

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And as you walk through these familiar streets, 
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest, 

The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-

Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
Finding a truth ...

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Poem 37 of 230:  RODEO DRIVE

On visiting Los Angeles,

    I thought I’d walk Rodeo Drive;

I’d passed a few up-market shops

    When an hombre said:  “Take one please.”

‘Twas info. on exploitation,

    Which I read that night in my room;

It mentioned of the unfair gap -

    Sweatshop-wages to profit-on.

I left him to visit the john,

    Which was all cla...

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What is the meaning of life?

Why is it that I choose to write...

Poetry, of which no one may care?

Poetry, of which I may never share?

I guess the only thing that matters

In life is that I finally, at last

Get it right.  And Poetry...

Is just a means... of getting there.

2024

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Old New Town

This city of steady solid columns.

Of cobbles, potholes and greying rains.

Whose wynds take you up, to aspire to better.

And lift you higher only to pull you down again.

Built on solid rock, the colder and the wetter.

Old swamp was drained and cows driven out the gate.

King Arthur broods with craggy chin and saddle hard

And spires and turrets, bridges of kin...

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You threw your cards on the table

Swore Yea, I’m real

Only real people ever say that so I know it to be true

Real and true

until it wasn’t

Can i whisper the quiet truths here, since i know your reading attention is elsewhere and not on me now?

I liked your darkness,

recognized it,

                  it did not scare me,

                                  mad...

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This poem is about a society increasingly divided, where accusations fly and truth seems lost. It speaks to the urgency of listening instead of blaming, understanding instead of judging, and choosing hope over fear. In a world where opinions are quickly voiced and emotions run high, the poem urges a shift in perspective—one that values connection, love, and the strength to find hope, even in diffi...

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These fine men

are British through and through,

they know when to doff their caps

and what is more ------ who to.

They're famous for their quad bikes,

their terriers, nets, and sacks,

with wooden crates both fore and aft

and bait bags on their backs.

As masters of their craft

they'll work both night and day,

enabling the 'Masters'

to indulge in make-believe pl...

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My friend must have had January in his heart.
Yellow sun days something no longer real,
unable to remember how they felt.

If I had known how deep the struggle was
I would have offered untroubled keepsakes
from the capers we shared on warm days

It may not have helped, but now I believe
I would have at least let January know
how I felt about the matter.
 

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The tightrope hovers,

Tempting the less faint of heart

To walk, or wonder...

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I cannot believe the tenacity

of someone who has this capacity

to push with self-righteous pugnacity

a programme so filled with mendacity.

And if you mistrust his veracity,

or query his claim to sagacity,

he’ll question in turn your audacity,

and say that you lack perspicacity.

He’ll shout you down with his loquacity,

attacking you with such voracity,

and wo...

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The chair or the rope are too good for you.

I hope that you see your sentence through.

To suffer every day in fear and in dread.

To age lonely and alone, until you are dead.

It’s almost certain you will never walk free.

You’ll spend every day under lock and key.

Living in fear of reprisal, every day and night.

Forever on your guard, with no end in sight.

A twisted...

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do not be disheartened
from the powers that be

they shape our media,
close our borders,
delegitimise our freedom,
emasculate our men,
oppress our women,
suppress queer identity,
profile non-white skin.

they take our taxes,
pay their bankers bonuses,
privatise and pollute our water,
shape our education,
control our minds,
continue colonial wars.

they steal oil and gas from the ...

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Don't cling too much

to persons, places or things,

they are as dreams,

arriving and dissolving,

lost in time and memory.

Oh! but for this, all the more reason to appreciate

every morsel of every experience--

the sound of a loved one's voice ringing a welcome,

the pull of the earth on a long morning's walk, 

the tea in a cup warming the holding hands.

What is this life...

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Fire in the Prison Library 

Wish for us the cigarette smiling gals 
of 1948. Lipstick curled, etched stockings
and a try if you dare sweetheart wink.  

Mainline good whiskey and Count Basie’s riots.  
Percuss linoleum with Ann Miller’s buckled blue.
Frame by scratched flickered flame.  

And it’ll swarm paper throughout this New Year.
The singed pages darting across the nets above,
s...

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Simon Grimes

Sought warmer climes

To cover up

Outrageous crimes.

Meanwhile, the wondrous wunderkind

Cooked a rabbit that he had skinned,

And then used daring to escape

By running flat out like the wind.

As the bise chilled the strollers by the lake,

A cheating couple rose up from their bed,

And pushed their way through carnivals of crowds

Towards the snow...

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However do I spill this?

Do you see how thin I look?

My eyes are blind

I hear loud noises every now and then

Like a train of loaded thoughts passing through my brain.

Yes, I also can't breathe well on Fridays 

When I see Mr. Renfield

Feeding his mule

With grass from our farm.

When I decide to take my life

You'll know

That all along

The signs were there- 

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When I was a lad, I ran around the hills and fields of my native county,
now when I think about it, I feel sick, ’cos they were full of manure.

It has many beauty spots, does Lancashire.
Rivington Pike, guarding the Lancastrian Plain,
Stonyhurst College, that public school at Hurst Green,
which produced Sherlock Holmes-creator Conan Doyle,
and my favourite, the Bowland fells.

But none w...

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The first statue of The Darkborn

to this date still remains unknown.

Of course there is the statuette,

placed in the Temple of Nevermet. 

Then there is the one in the Capital Museum

probably taken from some kind of mausoleum. 

And of course the Fountain of Newly Acceptance

spouting the tourists with heavenly essence. :P 

Malicia reminisces Felicia the Fa...

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It's a shame truly 

That you look at me like that 

Like I hold every answer 

Like im your every want 

Your every desire 

I wish I could look at you the same 

But when I try all I see is him 

The way his eyes light up almost the same 

Oh how beatiful they were 

How beautiful he was 

And how painful it was to lose him 

Ill look at you but with eyes of remembrance 

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we are a generation of brain rot meme lords
we say that we can play guitar
but, we only know 4 chords

we've popularized school shooters
idolized and glorified weak and worthless leaders
we're toxic antagonists surfing fragile buried wires

our brains washed by computers

clout chasing criminals streaming to our viewers
six months in prison but we copped another sponsor
we're desensiti...

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A rose in December,
when it snows in July,
as far as we know
the expected will die.

Common sense has infirmities
deformities, affinities
to pie in the sky;
as we try to get by.

Nothing happens too late
that isn’t taboo
a floating moon slips
above stone-built walls,
a story of end...

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The greatest show on television

A patchwork quilt with such great vision

From black and white to colour

A cancelled show to fans fervor 

Saved for another day 

On the big screen in another way

Bigger bolder and braver

With a new ship to savour

Multiple shows to follow

With Gene's loss and fan's sorrow

The big bird took flight into the night

Leaving us hop...

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You were standing, coffee steaming 

Misty-eyed in melancholic dreaming 

My heart beating

Your smile, like the breaking of a new dawn 

I stood  forlorn 

My sobriety, a long road of intention

To my ascension 

Our eyes collided, my heart dancing

Entrancing 

My feet had strayed no further than my hometown 

The local clown

Though in my head I'd travelled far & wide...

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Why are you feeling blue?...

Come, let’s sip on wine or brew…

There is so much to look forward to…

It doesn’t matter what you are going through…

With patience and time, everything will settle…

But in the time being, keep glowing like a petal…

Life can be a mixture of laughter and gloom…

Always be positive and watch how things bloom…

Every experience is one to learn from and...

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As months chased after years, your waiting neared the full ten-year mark.
Have you ever prayed long into the night, only to weep when your prayers go unanswered?
Has the inability to reap the material and spiritual rewards of your efforts ever weighed like a stone in your chest?
Sometimes, a person feels unbearably heavy, as if tons of burdens rest upon their shoulders—
the weight of injustice...

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I read the old farmhouse burned down--

reports blamed local kids who’d gotten carried away…

I remember the places inside

where we teased its silence like mice at play

and imagine the smell of dust in flames.

I long ago escaped the gravity of that planet

and this new knowledge doesn’t make a dent

in the universe I’m livin’ in

but there’s something ab...

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God's wonderful attributes shine from above.

Four are outstanding,his power,his wisdom,his justice and love.

Evidence of God's power is seen in his creation,

The warmth of the sun on our skin exudes elation.

God granted power to Jesus to perform deeds to be praised.

The blind are seeing,the lame are walking and the dead raised.

God's wisdom thrives on how we have been m...

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Oh, how different, if we had won the war!
There’d be no Nazis in The Whitehouse, that’s for sure
We’d all have homes for heroes, provided by the state
Free healthcare at point of need, without having to wait
Refuge for the needy and the poor
Oh, how different, if we had won the war!

Oh, how different, if we had won the war!
We’d want for nowt, and never need for more
One nation under God
...

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Every room I enter feels like a stage, and I’m the actor that forgets the lines 
The constriction gnawing in my throat as I feel the acid burn 
I see their faces alight with joy, reeling in echoes of my defeat 
I bat my eyes, look to the floor with crumbling hands, the nails bitten off 
If only I could peel away the skin of doubt and wear something lighter
Tear away the facade of perfection t...

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In dreams my father is with me.

He lives in his nightmare wide awake.

In dreams my legs buckle.

He falls in his nightmare.

I see him, we cannot speak,

his frail hands outstretched to his child.

His hanging mouth a cave

with all his life inside, forgotten.

Asleep in his bed like amber in linen,

withered by time and ages rot.

So we meet bet...

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To be free from hurry and indecision 

To be free from insecurities and negative self talk 

Yo be unchained from the carnage that is my internal self 

To be break free out of the horrible commit that is the daily commute 

To understand their is no real rush or nothing to hard 

For if I had wish I wished for new eyes so I could see the beauty in the world the pace in the morning and c...

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I am in my other mood these days
Everything is faded
The applause is dull
The smiles don’t shine
Nobody is kind.

I am in my down mood these days
Everything is my fault
The tasks are difficult
The people are critical 
To hide me I have no shell

I am in my reflective moods these days
Everything is a priority
Not for me necessarily
But for others whom I wish to please
Why do I? I mu...

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Dear friends!

Please read my poem in the comments.

With best wishes, Larisa

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When this place first opened

It was a science fiction wonder

A gleaming, glassy palace

Over the tarmac rapids’ thunder

At night it was a spaceship

In a ribboned Milky Way

Of Ford Anglias and Zodiacs 

With its shimmering array

Of magazines and wine gums

Pies and chips and peas

For modern minded connoisseurs

To bask in motoring ease

Peeling off th...

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To sustain love,

make communication your key

understand that it's not just you

But you and me.

Conversations

Our two sides to one perspective.

Neither is more nor less valid

Both effective,

Respectfulness 

Shows our overriding kindness. 

Should we wander off course, let's let

love, remind us

Glib promises

overambitiously made

create uncalled...

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My fallen leaves, 

I do not have grips. 

The seasons fill our hearts, 

Yet the seasons tear us apart. 

The seasons that have passed, 

I do not wish for winter's chill to last. 

To them, I bid goodbye with ease, 

I love them not just through lips that please. 

My fallen leaves, 

I do not want to ...

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There's a tidal wave in Tonga
   There's a blizzard in Bombay
There's a whirlwind in Wyoming
   And a lockdown in LA
There's a power cut in Paris
   There's a panic in Peru...
But what the hell do I care
   When I'm lying here with you?

There's a flood in Famagusta
    There's a famine in Milan
There's an avalanche in Aspen
     And another in Japan
There's a deluge in New Dehli
   ...

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I remember everything, even the type of ring you wanted.

The type of things most would've forgotten.

I was there listening, came through with everything I promised.

That's knowledge for you.

That’s knowledge for you.

You were my favorite subject and I passed all those classes plus I’d hang right after school.

Always hanging onto you, but now we let go and I can’t hang to an excus...

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A world entombed in a low hum
Brushes the air above our heads
Tickling the crown
It asks us to see with curiosity
The flying things
And light
Leaks out of violet clouds
In the wind piano notes drift
Softly, growing louder and wider
We all can hear
The hum of decay
And delightful smiles
Of nature

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After all the hardships that I’ve been through

And the distress that I’ve encountered,

And the miseries that I have suffered,

And the pains that have surmounted.

After all the hurdles I’ve jumped over,

And the walls that I have climbed,

After all my disappointments,

And those dreadful troubled times.

After all the dreams that have not come true, 

And all those ...

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The Plight of the Footprint

     There is,

a snide or two, with money, with agendas,

    within a self pious realm only ‘they,’ agree with.

     There are those,

   from Darnhill or Devils Kitchen,

          Soweto and beyond -

  no understandings or knowingness

     of the vile and disgusting with…….

     There is a soul crying out,

  there is a s...

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**clear

Is unclear nuclear conveniently mis-spelt?

If nuclear is unclear what’s new and what’s clear?

What’s clear is nuclear has letters misplaced,

perhaps a mistake and fashioned in haste.

But what’s clear is nuclear is a desperate toy

for dictators like Putin – dangerous boy!

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He has come again

Never welcome, never kind

The unwanted guest 

How I wish we weren’t intertwined 

Sometimes he gives notice

Sometimes, none at all 

The unwanted guest 

His shadow looms and curtains fall 

When he departs 

The darkness stays

The unwanted guest 

When will he free us from these chains

A friend to none

Yet known by all

The unwan...

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Their eyes don't meet with mine,

There's a full stop to the routine 

Chatter at quarter past nine,

An elderly heart whines

For the savings lost 

On fruitless mines,

I get to hear furious yells 

More than the temple bells,

It's a heartbreak weather altogether;

One by one, we lose all our feathers.

The food is served unequally

And there's more on my plate;

Th...

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The AA, once first in the alphabet, 

takes ages to answer distress calls. 

When someone says AI

I say Ayee!

like a wounded Native American

in a curdled Sixties comic. 

Now Microsoft is offering 

to help me put words together. 

I'm analogue, not digital, 

and aware I'm being phased out. 

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Driving down the wide motorway,
The gorgeous light stared right at me,
Refusing to look away.

I tried to hide, shielding my face,
But it followed on,
Blinding me with its brilliance,
Filling the sky with its shining.

I took a quick breath,
Basking in its glow.
Allured by the warmth that filled my heart.

With every twist and turn,
It followed me still.
Though I couldn't look back,
...

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A QUEUE

I’m standing on a queue

Like everyone around me,

Waiting for end;

As it

Moves.

Strangers at first, but now;

Bound by the line 

Waiting for end;

Slowly it

Moved.

Fate, universe, free will & choices;

All those fancy words,

Now together to

Finish line

(we) go.

Reason, meanings,duty and focus;

Changed my own world,

As I chang...

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To Akshita,

 

You are my cousin, but those words don’t define
The bond we share, rare and divine.
More than family, you’re my truest friend,
A place where my chaos finds its end.

In childhood, you stood a little apart,
But time wove you deeply into my heart.
You didn’t play, we were just two names,
Yet now, we are one in life’s vast games.

Now you’re the one who sees my soul,
In...

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You hold my hand and I wonder

Was the sun always this bright?

Did the breeze always feel this gentle?

Has the water always been this calm?

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Seven year transformation a month apart
A butterfly
With a lighter heart ..heavier left hand
It's He and I
Oh what a start My beautiful man
New wings let's fly 

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A beautiful young woman 

Keeping me guessing to her game 

Time, you think would have laid an axe between this potential romance 

Only the strings are still being pulled 

Tangled in her white lies

I set a blaze to the ties

Only.........?

She is still set to attend my party 

Busy with guests around the fire

I was unaware of her arrival 

Going in for some hot cider

Up...

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Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past 
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class

The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little 
The promise is a lie you can not outlast 

Through the scope I inspect my thought 
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxi...

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Little boy John, who loves too much, with his tiny eyes and dreamy mind. He was the sunshine of their lives. He let them see the world with a smile. Who could destroy that kind of heart? A noble guy is a risk for their wicked lullabies. They need some strings, a knife, and some stitches in your mouth to drown in your cry.

Little boy John, a believer on their knees, praying for anything but him....

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if stars align 

you’re here on time 

money arrives  

no hint of a crime 

fates cooperate 

dates don’t change 

your sister leaves 

the lightest traces 

back don’t act up 

cat don’t wake up 

don’t rain next hour 

hitting traffic by four 

then sure 

we might 

have something 

there

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ISOLATION

I dreamed they moved the forest

as I watched from a window

never suspecting such impermanence;

scenery rolled like a stage set,

replaced by things more essential.

No trees, and in their stead rose

abodes of relentless brick

and from inside came starry toddlers,

women who looked through me,

hooded men with meagre histories.

I was irrelevant to th...

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Love

Can you love without loyalty?

Is loyalty worthy without love?

I guess some people to-and-fro with the answers

Until push comes to shove

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I can’t tell which is worse:
a fire or a flood.

at first, there doesn’t seem to be a difference;
you lose everything in both.
when you take a second look, the monster has grown.

the fire is insatiable. 
it devours what’s in sight. 
in the end, you have nothing to come back to. 
it’s not a choice you get to make.

the flood is curious. 
it touches everything within reach.
like a chi...

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If God is real he has blue blood and wears a tin star
Miles and miles of special polish slips between glory and modesty

Blue is hot and hot is cool
Not precluding the toy tin star.
Titillation...or just tits? Best not to ask...

I went to the Rio Grande a King, came back a cowhand,
         best not to know.
Crafted chords stretch for miles. Make love to my soul.
         Best not to as...

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There are only 3 primary colors, yet the world is full of color, approximately 10 million different colors

Each person’s view is different making this number truly infinite

Three colors turns into something so profound

Why then can I only focus on two: Black and white

The combination of all the colors and the lack of color; there’s no in between

The world is made up of so much yet,

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When the world becomes strange

I know you'll hold me safe

When I am old and I am grey

I know you'll hold me again

Just like I hold you now

My little butterfly

You flit this way and that

Always coming back

Because the world is strange

You ask me if its okay

To fly away again

And I hold you and nod 

And away you go again

Always coming back. 

I know you'll ho...

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Halo

Sweaty in the night she gasps for an open breath, another bad dream, another stream gone awry. How can this be she thought as the leaves slowly turn gold. The branch softly scratches at the window. Below unseen unheard in the land of colors and mist, a one-eyed pikeman delivers the news to his liege. She awakens sir, do we stop the transmission? Nay, he cried, let’s take her for another ri...

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Beneath the hum of steel, a low hymn wove,
The scent of coal and damp wool thick in the air,
We lingered—two lives held in time’s alcove,
A fragile stillness, fleeting, rare.

Her laughter rippled, soft as falling rain,
A river carving silent paths through stone.
Each word she spoke ignited bright and plain,
Fireflies flickering where dreams had grown.

Beside the berth, her gaze a dista...

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I want to remember you like this.

I want to remember us like this.

In the years ahead when you’ll be across the room

And I’ll barely rise from the bed,

I want to remember what it felt like

When we were giddy in love.

I want to remember the feeling of our hearts

With every chance we’d get

To smile and get lost in a lingering kiss.

I want to remember when our knees we...

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He were born in later summer

When the wheat sheafs fly

For they found her near the hayrick

By his infant cry

She were laid to rest where rabbits play

And wheat stalks thin

She unwelcome in the churchyard

On account of sin.

He were welcomed as the Corn Child

At the Harvest Home.

The ploughman’s daughter nursed him

Who had lost her own.

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Cornwall in January. 

Church bells ringing through the rain

Seagull perched upon the highest rooftop

Blackbirds skating through the sky

Clouds sobbing against my windowpane

Chimney tops spluttering like an old man in pain

A congregation of little houses huddled undercover of black slate

Jostling for a view of the sea

Blotted out by a sheet of grey—

This is...

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In 1969 Jimi Hendrix formed ‘Gypsy Sun and Rainbow’ after dis-banding ‘The Experience,’ and closed the Woodstock festival following 2 nights of torrential rain, which delayed their historic performance ‘till the following morning.

JIMI

Through the distant sound of thunder

Threatening late August sun.

A mass of biblical proportion

Went looking for the chosen one.

Leaving sunlit t...

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I run all around, and I

Jump up and down, but no

Matter the distance traveled,

I still feel pinned down.

I could move out of state,

I could even change my name,

I could raise an army against her, but I'm

Pinned to the ground.

The part of me that needs to please,

That part emerges in my dreams,

It yells, it screams, it cries, it teems

With rage-

That sh...

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Searching for the right words to say...

Settling for a simple, "How was your day?".

Something superficial offering no real direction,

Ravenous for a deeper connection.

Small talk about the weather,

Hyperaware of the lack of interests shared together.

"How's work? How has your family been?"

The veil of reality getting painfully thin.

What's the point of searching f...

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Walking along the beach,

The. cold wind blowing in my face.

Trickling through fingers , the sand

Returns to its creator,connected,

Wishing for the sun's warmth.

The seasons come and go.

Planets exist,collide ,re-emerge.

Dimensions are born in the moment.

Infinite particles.    

Waiting for connection

Through the minds eye,

A wanting for the muse  to come

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Another star twinkles its last
And yet the sky does not mourn

Only the moon weeps gently
Behind the wisps of clouds
But still the golden star will rise
Breaking horizons line
In reds, pinks and yellow
and the land answers with song.

Only the sea whispers gently
Against the grey rocks
Bubbling through the pebbles
Murmuring of memories
But still the mountains stand
Defiant and stron...

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Tired and lonesome in this cold shield

The crops have dried yet it is damp in this field

A hasty man lets out a long awaited sigh

There is a great ugly spider climbing up my thigh

The wind is windy yet the sun is cold

The walls i live within is riddled with mould

I try to stay warm yet all of my jumpers are wet

There are no coats hung up, there are no blankets left

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