Het berooide beeld bevat
dodelijke verfijnd smakende
tot braak vervallen componenten

Zo vredig stilgevallen
angstig neergeworpen
onverwachts ontrukt in
een hoogtepunt van
arrogant menselijk falen

Sluipende moordenaar cellen
besmetter kanker opkwekend
wekend en wenend over toekomstig
wegvallend leugenachtig verlies

De kinderen betalen de ultieme prijs
opgezwollen stervend
denken...

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Erecting her easel
at the foot of the boardwalk
she mixes the paint
a hell-fire pink and crimson
and dips her brush to begin…

She paints
the end of all things
a voice lost to the fractured mind
the final moments of a life
a hand slipping away

She paints
farewell hospital conversations
her father’s beard as a cloud
she thins the blue paint with her tears
She colours in his eyes
L...

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she's painting me

my portrait grows

she's had some trouble with my nose

a full-length nude

laid on a ramp

not easy when you're prone to cramp

she has carte blanche

her brush is free

she can do what she likes with me

today I lapsed

I got erect

she wandered closer to inspect

brushed my tackle

with sable hairs

soon we're nipping up the sta...

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Don’t be scared to put it out there
Don’t be scared to speak
sometimes what you choose to make
is pure gold

Don’t be afraid to paint what you love
Don’t be afraid to create
some things are bigger than you ever knew
eternal beyond our lives

I say go
and keep going
go and keep going
murmur love, if that’s all you’ve got

I love the way you carve it
I love the way you write
I love ...

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When people see a spectacular dancer,
They say, “Oh, that’s poetry in motion!”

And then they might see a moving painting,
And say, “That painting says it all—It’s like a poem!”

And good musicians are just considered poets.
I mean, Bob Dylan won a God-damned Nobel Prize
In literature, didn’t he?

But it doesn’t stop there. I’ve heard motorcycle
Races described at “pure poetry in action...

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In so few splashed acrylic lines

see Cornish fishing boats

take shape against the quay

the red hull and the yellow

See Cornish fishing boats

mirrored in the harbour sea

the red hull and the yellow

with the deep sky sunk below

Mirrored in the harbour sea

the jumble of masts and cranes

with the deep sky sunk below

and the distant sea above

The jumbl...

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One day I'll meet you In that place!!

I don't take drugs

I tried a couple times

So I can tell you what it feels like

I don't drink

Probably all the sips I've ever had

Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!

I love dancing

I don't seem to do it much 

But I love moving 

That I do everyday with Yoga

I love fashion and...

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Hate holds hard onto my heart

He has horrible hang ups

that harm my happiness

Hence my world was hindered

---

A husband he is not

but he is hot

If I could hire

a hit man

and hide 

from the heat

It would be helpful

tho harsh

So I hesitate

---

I could not handle 

his habbits

You reap what you harvest

My head is hazy

it needs a holiday

From ...

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The worst of the front was that trickle of rain

down the neck. Wet through, it felt like liberation.

And lice. Home on leave, people shunned him in trains.

Walled, hilltop village of his childhood:

as another war came, he returned to Barga.

Saw himself as immobile, a tree spreading roots.

When the Germans briefly retook his village

one self-portrait was damaged. The ...

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Cars bumper to bumper

Gridlock

Trucks, buses, coaches

Idling

Engine noises,

Reverbs.

People walking

Cell phones to ears

Hand in hand

Close together,

Plotting.

Women chatting

Buddies hugging

The traffic moves

Relief – freedom

Like a dam burst

Open

All travelling

Going in the same direction.

Home.

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