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Echoes
Resistance is futile.
You will not find rest
as long as I am near,
whispering in your ear.
STOP, right now.
Write now.
Talk about how
love echoes
in the valley of
lost souls.
Share your hopes,
dreams, fears.
I’m listening,
channeling,
ready to bathe you,
in serenity.
I am your muse,
voice of truth,
your...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 5:17 pm
Was it all real,
what was said in the night?
Words sound different in the morning.
But isnt the Romantic the one who knows right?
He is the one who sees clearly
that other world moving through us.
Believe the heights, believe the depths;
it is the banality of the middle ground that lies,
not the joy of the morning or the pain of the night.
I must cling to what is ...
Monday 11th July 2016 5:02 am
Work Day
Pounding the phones
Hello? Is anyone home?
Trying to make that dollar
While all anyone can do is hollar
Please, shh! Hear me out!
There's no need to shout!
Listen for a minute
And I promise I'll be quick to finish
Can I interest you in a quote?
On your car, home, or boat?
No, its not a joke
Not your average bloke
Out to trick and deceive
I'm just trying to do...
Sunday 25th October 2015 2:33 am
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