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Silver over eyes

Modest payment


Left for hooded Charon

For the boat voayge across

The river Styx into that feared long black silence.


Two silver dollars

Laid upon closed


Lids of eyes.

This is your estimated worth.


A misspent existence and it yielded

Silver over eyes.


Cold round slivers. They're only tr...

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old European superstitioncoins over eyes of the deadCharonthe river Styxafterlife


He was your sworn protector on earth,


Who took an oath to look after you since birth. 


Now your spirit guardian residing in heaven, 


The angel guiding you daily and sending ample blessings.

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My pain screams at the top of its lungs, 

Remembering all the: “if you need me(s)” now with silent tongues. 

Demons storm in and begin to cloud my heart, 

The spell of darkness showers and leaves its unsolicited mark.


My mouth stays still as I’m left without words,

Yet my mind fills with suicidal thoughts flooding in herds.

I wonder how it was to live my past life?

I hope...

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A Silhouette in Time



On cold winter nights like these

When silhouetted flames of orange and red 

flicker and sway upon the walls 

of a darkened room

The past can find its way back

Seeping out of cracks, long-since filled

Through floorboards, long-since replaced

Soft and hushed, 

ingrained in the periphery

The flames luring memories from shadows 

to join in perfect ambience



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Oh My Soul

Oh my soul must have dropped litter in heaven
Here in earth, on Earth, on earth I am bound.

Oh my soul,
Why did you drop litter in heaven?
Now on earth, with earth, by earth I am ground.

Oh my soul
Rise, strive, and soar to heaven
Redeemed, relieved, rebound.

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What Lies Above And Below Us

Far above us

The sky bursts into colours-

Blue, purple, grey, orange,

With red and all the hues in its range.


Miles beneath our feet

Are secrets buried,

Arcane and deep.

Their ampoules once known to everybody.


What goes overhead

Suffuses stars and their milky shells.

The departure from earth melancholic but serene,

Leaves behind shimmering trails that spe...

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God or a Vision?

you and your psychedelic phrases

did they plunge from your tailing tongue?

perchance I took breaths from the room,

exhaled, and put them back in your mouth

moving, placing my ear near your lips,

pausing for an air lick near my neck-

lifted eyelids and confusion  

so, then the comfort could come

when I would speak your surroundings-

the bed, the door, and the soft sheet


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The Land

Sitting to the east

Sloping down to the edge  

Of that other world

In the summer sun

In the winter chill

The sentinel watched over

The little family in the cottage in the hollow


Lately it had felt her sorrow  

It knew when she left Pant y Lleiniau

And walked slowly along the cart track

To reach the little bridge under the trees

Where she crossed Nant yr Efail ...

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Sacred Path

Sacred Path


we walked the ancient path together

where ancestors had worn the land

into a waypoint to the barrow


carefully observing rituals and customs

under azure skies we stumbled on our way

across this land of Albion


the hops the wheat the barley

bowing heads in solemn recognition

of the passing of souls


as we walked we talked of many things


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The Silent Ones

Another one from the archives, this one written some time after the death of my grandfather which would put me at about 16 at the time i think.  


When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold,

And the rain comes down, fold on fold,

Remember us.  The silent ones

In the numbness of the Earths tight hold.

You cannot see us, or hear us talk,

But right beside you we will walk.


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FOUR X a.k.a. This Damn World

photo credit: Bill Cottman (Half in Shadow) 

 Old people speak of death frequently now… Quincy Troupe from Skulls Along the River

This Ol’ Building (Negro Spiritual)

There's a leak in this ol' building 

And my soul has got to move

My soul has got to move

Yeah my soul has got to move

 There's a leak in this ol' building 

And my soul has got to move

To a building not made ...

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