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Time
Time...
Who are you?
and where are you going?
What is your purpose?
Are you all knowing?
Always here, always near,
every breath I shared with you.
I spent my life right by your side,
and still I do not know you.
Time, are you just a
fragment of my mind?
Something we made up
because our senses make us blind?
Can we not comprehend
the whole eternity?
...Wednesday 23rd October 2019 5:33 pm
Let me be; Set me free
kiss me on the mouth
let me be; set me free
to be trapped against you
pain I wish nothing on
to wrap arms you know
i can not deny
when to hold her brings joy
let me know
let me be; set me free
wish against me not away
to understand nothing is a void
unhappiness be where you know not
do not fight, my love
endings to soon to show
but listen to direction and ...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 1:01 pm
Bittersweet
We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder
Pushed by our family in our pushchair,
we are content.
As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift
but
also
We are given happiness with gifts,
the sweetness of our mother's kiss,
the softness of a kitten
We were unaware of the concept of age
We gave love willingly,
our first kiss being messy and conf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 5:45 pm
Janus
Janus
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
polished
to an indignant sheen.
Pre-conditioner hair,
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Myopic ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
In the beginning
In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib
In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit
In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created
In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with
In the beginning we were enough
He wou...
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 2:37 pm
In The Beginning
~~In The Beginning
leaving marks
that’s all we’re doing
leaving marks
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
blood ink
drying
becoming permanent
or
crossed through
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
white paint
lost
ideas and musings
bold statements
of intent
waxing lyrical
outpourings
of joy
of hate
of love
...
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm
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