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Blame the trees...
Love brightens even more with the trees
My inner thoughts of you are translucent on my body
Every second with you feels like infinity
Infinite beauty
Infinite scares that you leave
Anything is possible with you
When I get lost
Your there to show me the way
I hope this explains how much I love you
Sometimes your love puts me in a trance
Words are difficult
Bod...
Monday 1st August 2016 8:17 am
BRAM STOKER'S GHOST
Bram Stoker's ghost is queueing
at the turnstile of the National Trust.
He's hoping for a viewing
of the abbey ruins at Whitby
the church and the plunging steps
where Lucy Westenra descended
entranced, danced to Dracula's tune
"Was Dracula real" he asks himself
as he looks far out to sea,
"or another facet, a commercial asset
of tragic history."
Sunday 24th July 2016 8:52 pm
THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE
When i'm done with being young
i'm gonna be the next king.
That's the way it's gonna be
are you with me?
I'll be famous obviously
and appreciate society and everything.
I wouldn't let the country down to be honest,
or let people rub me up the wrong way,
i'd make sure my family
would have somewhere to stay.
All my mates would be doing well
'cause they nev...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:36 pm
Baffled
I don't know what to say other than ......
I wish
I could hold you tight
And that you'd hold me
In a cocoon of togetherness, spun of the strongest thread
Only to break as beauty forces itself out into the world
It's metamorphosis delicate, fragile
Exquisite in its simplicity
I wish
I could kiss you .......
(C) Pixievic
https://soundcloud.com/vicki-ayers/baffled-written-...
Sunday 8th May 2016 11:04 am
Tumbleweed
Tumbleweed
In a town called Tumbleweed
sound is deadened
so that every conversation
crawls like a gentle breeze
through cotton wool.
Beggars are kings,
politicians pariahs,
policemen thieves,
priests parasites.
Suzie is a victim.
The streets of Tumbleweed
host sinners, saints and surrogates
sneering into bibles
left to them
by agnostic pa...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 12:00 am
Riversong
like
a trickle
from mountain rain
it starts ......
my
Desire
a quiver of droplets
converging together
coursing through my body
consuming my thoughts
babbling down my contours
into my valleys
soaking my senses
with lust
growing in need
shuddering across rocks
rapidly gaining in momentum
uncontrolled
in a frenzy of whitewater
finally
reaching the drop
tantalising
at ...
Tuesday 15th March 2016 5:40 pm
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