Writers of the third kind workshop (First in a new season)

Hi all;

Little reminder that Writers of the third kind workshop, the free poetry writing workshop that me (Andy N) co runs is back 2moro nite for the first in a new season of poetry writing workshops.

As normal, it is a 7pm meet up at the sweet green tavern, near sainsburys in the centre of bolton and near bolton train station.

hope to see a few of you there.

Andy N 



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Us in Imagination

Her eyes twist and contort my dreams into

twisted hopes of impossible romance

i fall in love within the lines of Her thoughts

i fall in love with conceptual falsehoods

half truths and second guesses trip and fool me into further adoration

reconsidered proclamations and regretted lines

pick and pull

at my conscience until

i am but a bitter fragment of what used to be

and ...

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Red Mind | Litany of Lovers and of Lacking |


How kind the rain

to tiptoe


my window pane

As I lay down to


How kind the breeze

to whisper


the autumn leaves

my eyes in slumber


How kind the sun

to cast a


golden, tender

making way

for a glorious, glorious

sunny day.

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Also by Preeti:

One Act Play | Nobody came | I am | Metro Ride(r) | Evenings | (untitled) | (untitled) |

TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE [Mary Cassie Sekonyela]

I'll always think of you through much darker days, You are my friend. My Beloved star,that sparkle through the black cloud hovering over the moon to make my nights darker. Yes,you are my life...my lilly that sprung out of the rich soil on the shores of the river of my life. You bring joy to my soul,like the magnificent pebbles that rest in the shallows of the shimmering rapids. You ar...

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Fancy Dress

I open
My mouth
And people
Look at me
Goggle eyed
Or bored
And they
Or say
You're deep
You know
And I'm not
I'm not anything
I'm just tired
This thing
Isn't so difficult
It is
The way it is
And if i don't
A bit of my
Looking at it
Thinking about it
I guess
I might as well
Not bother
And then
I might as well
With the zombies

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

From whence they came | The factory | The mechanics | Naturally simple | The Shadows of Clouds | Space Ape | The Poetry of People | The Circus of people | Bobbing for Apples | The Seamstress | The Burden |

The Circle (Reworked)

We sit, splintered against skin:

Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols

From untamed mouths; bodies

Perspiring pits, dropping brows,

Salting welted wounds;


Trying desperately to be brave,

Behave in ways we have always been seen,

Glean the truth of who we are,

What we’ve become,

What we do, what we’ve done;


Wrestling Rottweilers,

Unmeshing masquerades,


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Also by Natfastic:

Difficult Emotions | Thoughts | SHUT UP! | Truth Junky | What a Foreign Concept | Too Late! | This Monster |


Piss poor


Non brain bulging interests.

Doomed inebriated intentions.

Everyday ups-a-daises

and downs-a-daises.

Hills and valleys of cash flow.

Flashes of sweet nothings.

Loud fart inspired laughter.

Unexplainable bouts of mad half hours.

Misbeliefs in bullshit.

Having my lips kissed off

in a reoccurring dream starring James Dean.


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Also by Solar:

Bore loving | Are the inanimate really dead? | Qualities | His own fool | Begrudge'ment day | A Foretelling | Plasticized passing | Death trap? Deathinitely! | Wishful drinking | Consequences | Ancient anticipations |

You and Me

I bend,

I turn,

I twist,

I burn,

I kissed,

I learned,

I wished....


You spurned...


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Also by sian howell:

Long Days |

Forsaken Love

Prince Charming  a soul meant to roam my heart,
A deadly man with a poisoned dart,
The breath of a gentle kiss, 
Or the meaning of this eternal bliss,
The one who walked right into my life, 
Taking my heart with a knife,
Who knows what there is to behold, 
But this love is not to be sold, 
Take it wisely as you run, 

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Tags: forsaken,love,Mystery

Also by Kassandra Morris:

Eternity | Cold Nights | Silence | Flame |

New Summer

I lived a life
That was not mine
But now I have returned
To fear of fucking up,
Withholding all my burns.

I think of it as heaven, no time to think of me
Everyone's accepted, whoever they may be

Not just another cog, I was a friend or extra arm
I did whatever they could not
The whole summer, keeping calm

I could manage anything
A new challenge every day
Reason for exhaustion

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Also by Yenimls:

Escape | Heartbeat |

babies and dogs

Babies and Dogs.

There was in England a fire in a dogs home most of the mutes

were rescued, but money was needed for a new kennel home.

So far 5 million pounds have been collected. I like animals had

 a dog she lived till she was fourteen, my best friend and it knew

my moods before I did.  Yet I can’t help thinking there are so

many destitute children in the world, in some pl...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

doomed | unmoving sadness | idyllic road | age | martini | Centenary | suits | collaborator | a leonine moment |


Each time tried resurfacing

in a new vortex got caught


Adding on presented misery

to existing scene distraught


Tired of repetitive challenges

testing every bit of strength


Wonder extent of all trials

and of tribulation’s length


Little placidity is yearned for

the current struggle to end


With a little let up in effort

as respite in o...

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Also by Sunny Chopra:

The Cortege |

Have you ever heard an angel laugh?

Or watched her go about her day, 

In a pleasant kind of way,

And realize that you are happy too,

Just because she laughs with you.


And know that if she were to ask,

You would accept her any task,

And do it with unblinking speed,

If only it was you she’d need.


Have you ever known such despair?

To always have an angel there,

Who gives meaning to each pass...

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Tags: angel,despair,love,sweet sorrow

Also by James Roper:

For a Stranger | No Reason |


In my days

as a vicar

I used to feel

the 'need'

to drop in

but not on-

as yet-

a lovely young

and lonely





had acquired

the skill

of being able

to make

her pussy



As the lips

surrounded by

long whiskers


I really believed

it was saying-

more tea Vicar?


have you read


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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Forth Bridge | Godly questionnaire | Black Cat | Voyager | Bric-a-Bra(tti)c | Dead whore walking | The Byker | Croupier of my fate |

The Sweetest Drug

I know I say things that make your jaw drop

Then I'll flash you a smile that'll make your heart stop

I'll get under your skin just because I know I can

Because when it comes to being sane, I guess I'm not a fan

I know I drive you crazy and you want to wring my neck

I came off so innocent and now you never know what to expect

We go from screaming at each other to waking up togethe...

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Tags: addiction,free verse poetry,love,Romance

Also by Cassandra Lupi:

Trouble |

gilded cages

Gilded cages are not for me, I want my freedom, I want to breathe, Love a man no matter the cast of creed. Masks and facades are not for me, I am who I am and will always be, No one can dictate to me my needs, To hide my desires is not in me. To make love to a man before wearing a ring. Papers and contracts are not for me, I am a woman not an object to be traded, No papers decide the ma...

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The handle to raise and lower Kent

(early draft, may change)

Oh, I was down in Maidstone,
I called at County Hall,
And in the council chamber there's
A handle on the wall.
They said, "Don't touch that lever!"
I asked them what they meant.
They told me, that's the handle
To raise and lower Kent.

Up, up if we pull!
Down, down if we press!
Our goals are Kent's
Controlled ascents
From here to near Sheerness.

We made...

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Magic spun
that long weekend in the sun
Walled in by barking mad
hip-hop slinging
fairy lighted
sprightly spun
oak aged treetop conductors of fun.
The grass we lay upon
be our blanket
The songs we sung
Need no rhythm. Rhyme       nor reason
As rules are broken 
and hedonism reigns all.
Tranquil, serene, only to be seen by eyes who w...

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Tags: Festival,freedom,fun,the wild

The Cerebral Anjiogram

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or (Blood on the Neuro X- Ray Department Dance floor)

In memory of the anniveresary of my memory


Words without issue


Thoughts fork:

Thinks blink:

A primordial head-scape-

A brilliant zink.

Making Thoughts


From this addled lexicon

And silly thinking

A new focus

and You!

...and again

Dullness of 




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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Scots wha hae! | A meeting in Algiers |

Free verse: The Poetry Book Fair 2014

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Here's my latest write - up on last Saturday's Free Verse Fair at Conway Hall, Holborn. http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/free-verse-the-poetry-book-fair-2014/

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Tags: Free verse: The Poetry Book Fair 2014,poetry magazines,poetry publishing

Shop Doorways.

When I was a young man and never been kissed

I used to go out and get pissed as a consequence;

beer was around 10 pence a pint when decimilisation came in.

Some nights on the weekend I could do ten of these large pots

of amber liquid in. One Saturday night in a drunken haze I got arrested

for attempting to urinate in a very public shop doorway. It was 4:a.m.

Sunday before I was ...

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Tags: 19th century,LSD,poetic licence,refuse disposal,shop doorways

Also by Phil Fletcher:

Propinquity. (Sounds a bit rude doesn't it?) | THE WRONG KIND OF SILENCE. |


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Tap, tap, tap

Is there anybody there

Making movement

Making love cos its not fair

Making Gospel so the sheep can bleat

Whats the problem guys

Its only war


Its only fear

Its only death

It will pass

Not too slowly

Not too fast


There.s bucks to be made

So lets all hate

Lets all plunder

Great News friends

There is someone  there

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China Town

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love made in hollywood might badly fall apart

dance around the fairy lamps down in china town

begging god for mercy but she's busy just right now...


just like when i need you tonight
beauty from the east will cool down all the lit up hearts
burn inside the church despite you suffered all your life
searching for the peace deep in caves but not your mi...

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Tags: begging,china,god,needs,someone,town,you


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With just days to go before Scotland votes on independence, my...

Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS

If there is a good thing,
From the Second World War,
It’s that most peoples learnt
To conquer lands no more.

In Africa, Asia,
And the Pacific, too:
Post-war independence -
Steps only bigots rue.

But, for some indigenes
(Outnumbered much-too-much),
It has all come too late
For liberty, as s...

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Actions vs Words

(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)


How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,

It isn’t enou...

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Tags: Actions,art,coping,depression,emotional,release,self harm,words,writing

My Dad

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As a child

I thought

the sun rose

and sat because

of my Dad.


As a teenager

I thought my

Dad was one

of the bumbest

people on earth.


Now that I

am over the

age of Fifty

I think the

older I get

the smarter

my Dad was.


The Circle

of life.

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Tags: child,Dad,smarter,teenager


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A native American, Hawkeye the Noo

Emigrated to Scotland in '72

He loved deep fried Mars bars and the odd Irn Bru

But now he knows not what to do


The mountains and plains were a wonderful yardstick

As his ancestors populated desert to Arctic

But Hawkeye he settled for a wigwam in Partick

But now he knows not what to do


He's always been proud to call Scotland his...

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Tags: lampoon,native american,referendum,satire,scotland

Also by Daniel Dwyran:


Corridor of Song

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In this corridor of song,

invocations colour space

now devoid of human voice,

as spirits whisper here

of hysterical imprisonment;

of torture painted pink and blue

and baa baa black sheep have you any


                                                              Hail Mary full of grace


Supplications resonate

in hidden mout...

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Tags: richpix

Also by Laura Taylor:

Kaleidoscope |

Then Not Now

3 o’clock in the morning,

tired and absent from bed,

trawling Facebook pages,

waltzing demons in my head.


Smiling familiar stranger,

see how far we fell,

fate knows what she’s doing,

I want you then… not now.

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Also by Shirley-Anne Kennedy:

Coat of Snow | My Mum | Northern Soul |

7 Poems for Valentine's Day 2014

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Poetry and Valentine's Day are embrionic.  So this year, on my blog I posted 7 poems on each day of the week leading up to the 14th. They were popular.  I also recorded audio francesmacaulayforde.wordpress.com files.  

Unfortunately they were recorded with the sound down low and you need to turn up the volume to hear them.  One of my jobs is to re-record them as soon as I have time...  


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Tags: Blog,francesmacaulayforde,poems,sound files

Pissing Against The Wind

Pissing Against The Wind


     We know it’s bad,

We know within and without

Till our core screams for clemency –

The taking of another’s life,

     But we never let peace

Never seem to want peace to evolve,

We’re clinging on to both

The rifle and the bible,

The sabre and the Koran,

Teaching children – it’s okay

To kill in the name of deiti...

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Hurt Beyond the Medicine | On Drink |

SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE - an English perspective

Never in the field of human conflicted views

Have so many been bored

By so much about so few! 

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


The Ballad of Jack McGee

The Ballad of Jack McGee (based on the TV show "The Incredible Hulk")
by Alain English

My name is Mr Jack McGee
I'm a journalist by trade

The paper that I write for
Is very widely read

We've published many stories
Of a controversial slant

But the story that I have to tell
Is one we couldn't print

I was in Culver, years ago
Writing up a robbery

The locals had some stories

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who could have known it?
terrorists taking no stock
would trade in futures

who could have known it? 
those towers were autumns bridge
tiers coming to fall

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Swallow Silence

rest has been begging all afternoon

Soon soon soon, love.

finally home in my top-floor abode

the end of consciousness is near

I slip into coziness and turn up the stillness

Oh love, I'm finally here...

but no.

silence chokes

tranquility cracks

obnoxious noise intrudes

I feel teenybopper bass notes incessantly bulge up from the floor below

boom boom boom

then cling

then clatter

then unruly girly chatter

Why now?


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Also by Candice Reineke:

Crime of Comfort |

Enveloped and doped

Cool it down

Cool it down

Tomorrow is a new day

Forgotten from what happened 


Teasing the words

spraying out

from the shotgun mouth

Spreading through the mind with offensive words

A momentary rage

I can't see!!

What I said wrong

I can't see

I won't see!!

Ticking over

Weighing up

Scrabbling, searching


We are hurting


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Also by Quiet Comet:

A million little pieces | Our home, our castle |

Tall tales


Tall tales told on barstools

Are often dangerous

To those who tell them

As to those who pretend to listen


Tall tales told that won’t stand up

On their own

Needing supporting

Oohs and aahs

And gratified applause


Tall tales told

By those who really should know better

 And hold as much water

As a holy French letter


Tall tales told


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Evenings, when in love with an artist.

Whilst he unfolds the meaning
of it all, with colour,
I find it all in him.
But watch and
(of course) grasp and consume
with bare palms,
pockets of his pondering exhale,
that lay wondering in the air.
Just to taste
for a moment, what it is like
to unfold the meaning of it
all with colour.

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Also by Charlotte:

Just the three of us. |


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Its 3am.

Way passed the sleep hour.

I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.

This moon shy night admits no ray.

No thought

Penetrates my mind. A church bell chimes:

Tick thrice.

And the deadly silence strikes

That deep dark hole of the head.

Nothing is awake.

Nothing moves.

Yet, something appeals. I know it is out there.

But where?

Minutes tick by.

The dev...

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Tags: harmony,life,love,peace,seclusion

Also by Ad Astra:

Nature reclaimed | The Cloud Reclaimed | The Cloud | Lovers Together Forever | Tide | Eternal Moment | Drinks | Adolescence | Stillness | Lenore | Song of my Nature | Secrets of my Universe | Nature to Love | All a-new | Significance of the Nineteenth Autumn | At Play | Chords | Heavenly Day | On Transcendence | One | A sprint within a sprint | On Youth | On a Seafarer |

Baby, I think I might be falling..catch me?

-the ramblings of another young girl-

written: 8/8/14

  Baby, I think I might be falling.

 I have never felt this way before. 

 I have this feeling in my chest..

  that just won't seem to let me rest.

 I can't seem to catch my breath.

 I think this may be my death. 

   Baby, I think I might be falling.

 ..catch me? 


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Beyond Doubt

Calling the familiar ray,

hope bore a light,

unlike any star, 

for while its brilliance

scattered and shone

over all we could see,

its longevity was called into question

so it dissipated within its doubt. 

Still the echo of its ghost

remains primal in its protection

of those who seek it, 

as beyond the chilling

despondency of doubt, 

all we are and will b...

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Also by Joshua Van-Cook:

Party |

September Collage Poem: Merseyways

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Wonderful woman lost in her mirror,

worn subject of a Swiss dream

cobbled on the back

of the toilet door.


Tiny lights

observe their image

fragile; a subtle glance.


The river wild, the river loved, the river mild.

History, life, rivalry

my eyes were filled with tears

from the sight


to play by Petrarch's rules the Bard foreswore



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Tags: collage poem,Stockport WOL


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was it out there
that I became a ghost?

I may be an unreliable witness
the constant stress does that to you
the days spent outside, unprotected
with a local population
that won’t look you in the eye
or when they do
they have the look of hate
that you are even there at all

if only the locals were less hostile
to my cause
if only I could count on my military team
to bac...

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Tags: attitudes,homeless,richpix,soldier,veteran




Screaming shells

A sea of mud

A living hell

Where the good died young

The stench of death forever hung

Over trenches

Filled with broken men

With sightless eyes

Who remember when

The sun shone,

And birds soared

Now freedom’s gone

And cannons roar.

The sky rains death.

Mustard gas

Steals every breath.

Lungs burning

From ...

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Also by Pete Slater:


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Today at 9:58 AM
Sir - I would be obliged if you would publicise the following.
Destiny Poets' long running monthly  "Not Just Poetry" and latterly "writers" workshops at Wakefield's renowned Henry Boon's Pub have now come to an end. Originally launched in October 2010,the September 2014 session saw Destiny Poets finally dr...

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Tags: Destiny Poets,Not Just Poetry,Wakefield

Hive Mind: Touch of Disgrace Witness II

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      Polygraph revenant ghost experiment test, Resulted in civilian hate breed monuments swearing social memory hatred ache oaths of congealing ignorance to an inherited nature of prejudice and amoral carpe unappealing manifest diem greed destiny, Whose obligations narrowly appease the wounded dead conscience vampires suckling as already swollen vultures inside the heart... Forev...

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Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:

Hive Mind: Amoral Anthem I | Her... IV | Hive Mind: Ariels I | Hive Mind: Codex of Self I |

The Kill

The knife protrudes from his chest.
His heart pierced by cold steel.
The man falls to his knees.
Takes a final breath,
and falls over.

Blood covers my sweaty hands.
Adrenaline courses through my veins.
I do not feel guilt,
nor shame.
Instead I am awash in relief.
The deed is done and I feel anew.

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Tags: assassin,blood,dark,murder,vengeance.

Fibonacci on the last school run

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A spider's chandelier with Gatsbyesque enticement

indulges the mumbling aphid's lament,

red berries decorate the fringe of a melodic carousel of swallows

whilst two more riders swirl their eyes and caw.

This was just the mornings...


On evenings we saw raves-

black v's in tye-dye skies,

a ginger stoat did the caterpillar,

frozen ozone refracts a mobile of rainbows.


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Tags: daughters,growing up in the countryside


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You made yourself famous

And then what did you do?

You grabbed a lead hammer with both hands

Smote the thing with all your might

Saw the pillar crumble to dust, then

Shrunk from the strobe searchlight

Danced with the lowlifes

That flanked the waste ponds

Made life

Took life

Then revelled in all your failures

Trailing ragged, bleeding

Across the frozen hinterland...

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Tags: 2014,fame,self-destruction

Cancer Spells

Miscommunicated, disEnchanted, disconnected, disillusioned state

You, as the epicenter of this Mushroom Kingdom

Wondrous fermentations carried out in smashed pumpkins

They were broken from the start

This is you, this is you.

Evaporating from the misty mountain tops

Is the nativity of these immaculate prophecies

Fostered in every garnish, garden, green, gorge and grove


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Tags: astral,seasons

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