According to the poet,

It began in ‘sixty-three,

When rhythms of the world were young

So many songs remained unsung,

And life was gentler in degree.

There had been rumblings, of course;

The signs were there some years before

That the secret might be out

(Arthur Seaton had put it about),

But few could tell what lay in store.

It should have been a watershed,

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I used to fly,
touching the softness of clouds,
dancing with the wind, thinking I had grasped everything.

My wings...
once showed the happiest version of me,
when I thought I had conquered the sky,

Mother,
she was one of those who always saw me smile,
with wings attached, like fate, as if I were born to fly.

But today,
the wind that once felt like a friend now feels foreign.

And...

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words seep from me

like blood from a

careless wound,

a life forceI I can little

afford to lose, which at

times becomes a

relentless flow,

I try in vain to stem

such unwanted loss,

and refuse the words,

push them back

starving them of air,

some submit easily

thin unworthy ones

that untended, suffuse

the page, angular

warped, ugly,

so I wait for the

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Pull me out

Strike me down 

Hope of a promise 

Never to make fruition 

Held to the fault of my kindness 

Only to reveal your wicked nature 

I allow you to show me

I give you a chance so I can see

Kind words taking advantage of kind people 

Though the tactic is not without recognize

Behind your smile devious eyes

Now we hear without voices 

See without sight

G...

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(I couldn't resist elaborating on the Guinness poster)

Hello darkness my old friend

I'll have a pint of you again

Arthur Guinness is my new hero

Now they've introduced Guinness Zero

It's a ringer in looks and taste for the Real McCoy

Like Danny Boy

It's the pride of Dublin.

It's the perfect Irish blend

I'm more than happy to commend

For taste and texture the...

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Today lived a Samaritan,

Young in spirit.

Strong in hope.

Simple in delivery.

Wise in tone.

Flamboyant in joy.

Eager in care.

Fanciful in dream.

What an idea,

To be a volunteer!

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I’m indifferent now

To how you stare at me,

Or how aggressively 

You glare at me.

Or how extensively 

You swear at me,

The way you shout, holler, 

And verbally blare at me.

Why do you evaluate others? 

Then compare them to me.

Give voice to 

Your despair of me.

I’ve given you no reason

To consider repairing me

Annoyingly, you recite 

Derogatory prayers ...

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SELF-EVOLVE

____________

Bookworm

Class clown

Metalhead

Punk

Goth

Goth w/

Black Bloc

Anarchist tendencies

Outfits I'd worn

during my

ongoing search

for The Real Me--

Whoever He is--

__________________

W: 8.27.19

[ From the book Boneyard: Poems And Songs Of African Struggle And Survival

In The U.$., POOR Press, 2010 / Phoenix...

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They can drive an airplane into you,
But they can't drive you out of yourself.
Because what remained is meant to stay!

What they took from you is grave.
I felt it.
I was gone.

But something kept it alive.
It's still trying to bring me down.
But I won't let it. Not anymore.

It's too strong.

From the depths of the abyss,
The words have returned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shattered ...

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We live on a doomed planet mate
Can it be saved it's never too late
Day by day I do my best to get by
Sometimes I just break down and cry
All around the world war it rages
History is being written as I turn the pages

Wishes come true
No longer am l blue
Wishes come true
A future for me and you
Wishes come true
You got to have faith too
Wishes come true 

Sure there is a lot of oppo...

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Her laughter in the kitchen sounded like

it had learnt the language of eucalyptus.

Then, Miss Kay asked why clouds don’t fall.

I said something about warmth and altitude,

but thought of grace instead.

This morning I read from Ecclesiastes,

then wrote half a stanza about shadows falling inward.

The kettle hissed, I answered.

Not the poem— but the Day.

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It's a cure for famine; it's a cure for hunger.

See the hordes with pangs of pain, their empty bowls

gleaming in Sunlight...

A snipers dream, the willing victim, hands raised in

expectation. That little pill in metal jacket, the last supper of the

condemned...

A million meals with leaden supplement. Yes, walk toward

the mirage of your salvation. Collect for all...

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as we lay stretched across your living room couch at 4am

in your oh so posh pad in putney,

i discovered that the musicals are where you find yourself,

where pierre angleterre comes alive

legs knotted into each others 

eyes murmuring to look at screen

blurry from too much of the alcohol 

they could hear you singing all way down street,

and yes, you have a powerfu...

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She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain

The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied

Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...

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upon a shot that lit the roof alight, June 29, 1613

The cannon cracked—too loud for stagecraft's game, 
Its echo swallowed jest and breath alike; 
That spark, unmeant, leapt high to catch the flame, 
Where thatch stood dry as tinder, ripe to strike. 
The players froze mid-line, their throats gone tight, 
Eyes tilted up where straw betrayed its role. 
A murmur passed like weath...

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November Heart

My heart feels like November,

Not yet dead but getting colder.

For as long as I can remember

I’ve just been getting older.

Blood congeals in icy veins,

Unable to reach a conscious thought.

In the brain confusion reigns,

Nothing’s found if nothing’s sought.

Passion left a while ago,

Heart and head decided,

Where blood and thought no lon...

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