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What Angels?
what angels they?
they that always seem
to be looking
the other way
while in absentia
those robed in blight
and grey
of beak pick the bones of
our grief
genuflecting promises
on the never-never
of a day
after tomorrow that none
will ever see
what angels they?
they that can no longer
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Sunday 16th December 2012 2:13 am
Am I a Son of God?
I am as blessed as bees benefitting from a bounteous bloom.
I am chosen like choosing a caramel from a box of chocolates.
I am holy like the hopping Robin just ahead of me.
I am forgiven as I forgive those who trespass against me.
I am as blameless as my brother’s baby.
I am adopted as an angry teenager whose assaults are acerbic.
I am wise as worries that have wro...
Tuesday 1st May 2012 4:06 pm
Mornin' On The Desert
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and th...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
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