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beyond the shackles
Once I was starling voice at dawn,
A flock of chimed echoes on my tongue,
Wheezing whistles on choralled lawn,
Each verse a mimic so sweetly sung.
Now I’m a lyrebird lost in the brush,
Framing my solos in shadowed boughs,
With heart unfolding in trembling rush,
A lonesome lilting with hidden vows.
With cheeslets and flummox in my beak,
I sift the flock’s bright feathers from my cor...
Saturday 23rd August 2025 10:31 pm
"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
.
Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
The Edge
You take my breath away
and awaken my heart
with a single glance
and a soft touch.
Keeping me tethered
on the edge
of life and death.
The reason for my being,
only you can make me undone.
Gladly I shall be
the Icarus to your radiance
and accept my fate with a smile,
as long as you are
the last sight my ey...
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 9:35 pm
flight ready
I will not let the weight
of old winds bend
your wings any longer.
You will soar, not for escape,
but for discovery.
We will carve the sky
into new stories,
where no shadow lingers,
and no voice drags you back.
Your flight is not borrowed—
it belongs to you. So,
take-off in fresh winds’ lift.
Wednesday 21st May 2025 4:49 am
First Flight
sticky wax collected from the ears of ten thousand bees
feathers of every bird save the ostrich
balsa canvas sinew atop the cretian cliffs
with the wings strapped to our backs
from point spinalonga we set out across the sea,
to catch the wind
the culmination of fear as we left the rock
Minos’s men not far behind drove our last steps
the sea beckoned but the wind would not l...
Monday 12th December 2016 3:34 am
Icarian Malady
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When I found the time to be
I found that time had passed me by
When my dreams had set me free
Life set its bounds upon the sky
Should my spirit soar above,
My wings the blazing sun would pluck
Should my soul find love
You'd find my cards had no such luck
And though we know the end,
we jump into the cloudy veil;
we quest for dreams, though bound;
...
Monday 28th March 2011 7:27 am
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