Not ‘If’ but, ‘When.’

When their anger is raging,

     when you sense reason cannot defend

          blatant acts of the social engineering of pressure,

When you know but are made weak, disabled in body

     and spirit,

          and the split sees your children wonder if you ever cared,

While standing shakily as all avenues of help are closed,

    ...

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Never say it’s………...

     There is a volume I know goes beyond

any of Britannica, any of decibel that rocks

and thumps of loudest – metallica,

   it is a volume – having no dial to control

or shelf to mount,

          and the moment you sense it,

     you’re dazzled and sung and filled

with any chorus of binary star systems,

     any ‘mass’ of celestial body kn...

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Notions of Independent Thinking

     It is such a romantic thought,

a thought that, those footprints in the sand,

     footprints of one person,

          are the footprints of a God carrying you -

   through the hard times you cannot see an end to,

        such a beautiful romantic thought.

2.

     My feet, bare the scars of 21 blue wire stitches,

an...

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The ‘Ness and Red, the El Why and ER.’

     Earlier this day,

the Robin peered at me expectantly from

     the holly branch,

          glancing towards the empty

garden table, I could only apologize its barren,

               ‘tomorrow,’ I ventured,

     the Robin nodded, then flew.

           This night (now the day has hidden again);-

sees I watching the...

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The Vampire Psychologist

     You love a good rebel don’t ya, ole man?

You be a winged one yes?

     Always wanted to put me in prison didn’t ya, ole man?

You be a winged one yes?

1.

     Above our world now -

are a multitude of beings, sobbing together

     for the World beneath,

          Chariots of Gods finding it

difficult to perceiv...

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....."is there, a magic, my Lord?"

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The ‘Broken’ - Hinting Escalation

     Are there any moments in ‘apology,’

that replace the ones lost to lies?

     How sincerity doth bare witness to her

form when between worlds of clever crimes and,

     is it a human understanding,

                                              at all?

     There are objectives to achieve and

there are no age restrictions upon ...

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     This cold could burn the Galaxy,

each celestial body too far to gather fuel in earnest,

stranger still when met,

     my vehicle now adorned with tapestry of ice bars,

a thin cover of frost upon every window,

all limb and body and, the blood moves slowly -

sometimes inert as yet again I creak my head against

     a static enclosure at the top of spine; froz...

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Duet in Blue

     Not a small voice but, a big voice,

a very big voice that was hers she wanted heard,

     but 'it,' could not allow,

     would not allow at any cost,

     she would steal the show she said,

‘I will steal this show and have everybody sing!’

     That was her quest, that, was her secret goal

as 'it' stood in back streets, bus stops, bars and ...

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Where

     There is a lamp light I watch,

the lamp is basic, cheap, unpainted and weak,

     but the flame, the flame; an expensive dance that flickers and flares.

     My eyes look in so deep, so deep beyond

the blackened glass house of the flames imprisonment,

     it begs to be free like me, like I often plea,

          but its height and temper, its breath of fir...

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Genomes Beyond The Standard Conditions

     From a far off world,

they’re here, have been here for long and now,

     a trade off is offered akin to Moorlock appetites -

     and we; happy to jump in the pot and be their feast.

     We have a limited number of years we never live,

but those clever in psychology will manipulate -

     we ‘think’ we own our destiny,

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Taking Gaia by Stealth

     There are cowards here,

dare not speak to a tree, or a bird that nests,

     their own children – now deformed,

     ‘it is too much to believe, we are

the empath of a Gaia World for,

     no tree has ever spoke to me, or bird and,

     children, should be seen, and not heard.’

     My world is theirs and yet, they have

‘ri...

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I have put this up as a tribute to Mike Ladd and to inspire you as to how poetry to music can be very inspiring.

I have put prose to music but here, a professional shines the way.

As a matter of coincidence, my intake date was Feb 4th too.

It is a very enjoyable piece.

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Hiding Behind Latin

     I saw the line ‘drawn’ by another,

a line I did not agree with but,

     the line was drawn before my presence and all,

     were informed of its totality,

     for none were ever thought reasonable of challenge,

at least, so the line thought.

     I asked the jury,

     ‘who doth the line represent of human calibre?’

     they lau...

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As the Courage That Sees The Blue

     Our World keeps no company,

Our collective, ‘keep’ no company.

     Ours is a vulnerability beneath The Van Alan Belt -

authority knows gives license to keep

us as lab rats - lame,

     ours, is the company of pain,

‘ours, is more than the company of pain -

     as they withhold a psychic ethereal – screaming.’

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Now Pains the Builder

     We have giants here, Men, Women,

whose stature and experience make them tall

as old Oaks,

     the struggle to find a sole worthy

of walking this ancient world, incomprehensible.

     As tall as Oaks whose branch would filter

Sunlight – their scope of life, from bricky to nurse,

     beyond a measure we now persist be a box

of identif...

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Incoherence

     It started here not so long back;-

an inquiry into the discord and cruel

experience I cannot shake,

     as the Sun baked the World then,

a dewy mist has now snatched his place.

     My skin bares the browning and

I have to agree that, I look healthier,

     but my inquiry shows no sign of being

given the answers and if anything,

     r...

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          A growing and amalgamation of

     a sound that hisses forth a spit

and provokes a growing hum,

     has every quill a contest for the

loudest noise 'alive!'

      None awares their circus states

predicates of infancy, a juvenality bares

a host of carnivore and only,

      to satisfy the whimsy of a walking

flippant cradling a scald - and that;- 

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By the Sea

     I have come to dream again,

I have come to hear and sense the waves,

     I am ghosting ‘the free’ again as my naked body rests.

     A canvas dwelling has the salt close -

while a single malt is savoured, finely hoped,

     and here as wild as can be the lore relaxes a hunt,

          says that all will one day ‘still’ be fine.

     I ha...

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An Awareness - ‘(Too Soon).’

     My hand is upon the old wooden table,

it is difficult to understand whether -

     my wrinkled and flaccid skin holds

greater awareness than the deeper of grain upon the wood.

     My hand is only known by the yellowing

and not the grey beneath as outstretched,

‘a kindred compass can foretell of journeys done,

     and journe...

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Burials Honour

    My life begins out of 

time, so too the maiden

I love,

     We never end nor

the love - as there is

no time for dying.

     Living is a problem

as we traverse the

     Inhospitable,

unsure why no register

of empath who guide the lost.

     Why only a cross,

Sickle or scythe can transfix

an ignorance of life?

     There ...

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Too Cold to Snow, Too Painful To Cry

     There is a kitchen here, filled

with stories, talent, music, love.

     The occupants share a common theme,

a common understanding but the bandage

is never once assumed as, one needs not

convey importance of scars, wounds,

     brokenness that cannot heal,

          ‘will never heal if the bearers have their…………’

 ...

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Hide and Seek

     Where was the Man’s coffin,

where was he laid to rest??

     Under a spell, under ‘or over’

canvas rights, under duress and under

a dying, where was the Man’s coffin?

     He could have been ‘her’ slave,

or master if chance allowed his natural,

     he could have been ‘that’ genius of wit -

that knows every mention in phrase of

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Three Feathers

     The sudden noise of the fight -

woke the camper, his slumber only

just achieved,

     his tent the noise of storm

as it became the ropes for ‘they’ to duel.

     Battered against the side, he could

see the four in morning shadow of

lore and…..

     the shifters fix was in,

a tip off for the natural to police his world,

     ...

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Buntys Honour

     My Sisters eyes so wide,

a cardboard cut out day has arrived -

and very far the next,

     someone she had known had

taken time to buy a solemn gift.

     Her lonely bedroom stare

now alive with sudden hope,

     a paper doll to dress,

a dinner party too – in all

her finery and regal splendour.

     A brush of air from open ...

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     "..........so where to next Whitehall.........Chad, or CHAV?"

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Out of Reach

     There is a telephone present,

do I call her, do I let her know that…..

     …..I know morse, radio, semaphore and yes,

there is a light there, here too and…..

     …..I can phone the post office, ask of

     telegram capability to…..

.....and…..to…..

     I know the Lore still has grounding

in messages by pigeon and it is so immense,

maybe ...

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     She held high the t-shirt of a 

frame of boy, her smile of pearls

beneath her dark black skin,

     the t-shirt an advert that her Islands -

the best, - and then to the pants,

underwear and socks.

     All in her barrel, she foamed the

bubbles of everyone of them, for

everyone of them - she loved.

     This boy; a sapper she looked on

with need...

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Behind The Blinds

     The pictures came down -

pulling webs at every corner,

     an avalanche of dust and mite,

a spiders coffin or two as well that brought

the home to life.

     The frailty – mans sounds of

self comfort began to echo and taken aback,

     he made effort to cease his solemn warble,

     ‘he hated the pity!’

     The chair, the t...

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The Faint

     “We need you back bladerunner,

we need the old magic back” the commissioner pleads heartily,

but my sleep state confusion knows only the tears that foretold,

‘Big boys don’t cry!’

     In state of anguish every beating is felt one more time,

and, ‘it must be a life review’ and, I hear them say,

     “He’ll not recover from this one!” - it is as if...

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Magnification

     Solemnities hero be already dead -
for she never lived, was never there,
     Her favoured plunge had already
swanned to fantasy where meeting
minds were no longer chaste, nor
wanting loins expressing lions dare.

     The citadels of spite remained as
peoples strewn in tatters – navigate an open
h...

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Just This Once For You, And Only You

     A day is only little,
People walk, talk, eat and contemplate,
     quicken expectations or, hang every
moment on a hopeful obsession,

A day, gathers dust in Africa,
     tethers homes of Eskimo within
snow-like cocoons of inner sanctuary,
     where the ruddy glow of smiling
children quickens my envy – heart,

A day, can see a mount...

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