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Amber
The street infused with an amber glow
Changing moods and colours into a twilight reality
Of half remembered days before
When night was dark and a panorama of stars stretched out across the sky
All the constellations existing as everyday entities
The Pole Star…re-assuring in its certainty to guide the way
Whole Oceans being crossed using only the night sky as a map
Compasses be...
Friday 12th July 2019 6:34 am
Unappreciated Art
A single blue dot on a canvas
That no one can understand
Over looked and unappreciated
So quit yet so loud
A story waiting to be told
But no one cares to ask
Every canvas tells a story
This one is called depression
Friday 3rd May 2019 11:30 pm
A turkey in sheep's clothing
"Fattening up time" the wall calendar read
which meant only one thing to old farmer Ted.
Christmas was coming and there's money to be made
you see the bigger the bird the more he'd be paid.
He'd saved up all year and bought high quality feed
to ensure that his flock was the best he could breed.
So this year Ted's turkeys would be the tastiest in town
and the best biggest...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 9:22 am
The Dining room
Clock chimed on a distant wall. Notes of a distant song echoed in the dining room
They are part of yet another routine meal with that deafening silence around them
Not a murmur of any conversation ,not an anecdote shared, not a memory relived...
The silence is almost like a being breathing heavily down upon.. There is no comfort in its embrace
What surrounds is aloofness, a certain detachme...
Monday 25th February 2019 11:15 am
Love Seed
To win my heart, cross my roads
To get my love, you knock my doors
Let's to start, to earn cruise
To build a nest within love rose
Adore you much, looking forward
To keep in touch, even one word
Eager to fly, to reach sward
Where your face, shines on board
You're the star, you're my sun
You're in heart, the only one
Grow love seed, before ge...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 2:41 pm
Rose Colored Reality
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
an illusion...
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
resistance,...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
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