Something speaks from beyond 

Something writhes alive

In each of us

Something pulls and breathes

Beyond our touch 

They call it instinct

But it is magically distinct 

And can lead, lead, lead 

To something in your core

They call it power of the brain 

But it’s so much more 

It cannot be explained away 

It cannot be spoken out of existence 

They call it the mi...

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I’ve been working on

Coming back from

The dead

Realising reality

Living in this world

Becoming me

I don’t have to know who I am

But I must know that I am

I am, I am, I am

I don’t have to know what I am

To deserve to be

I’m working on being,

Just being

Because I’ve been existing

Mindless, automatic, numb

Best autopilot, me

Coming back from the dead

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It’s a direct drive of fifty litres

From me to you.

Six hundred miles north

Until I’m resting my eyes on your face:

That soothing easy care

From the dial and touch

Of your features

The mixed fabric of your voice

Trickling through my cells.

I am freestanding

But will bloom

When you enter the room.

Until then,

I’m in this intensive

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A Strange Journey/Michael Kwack

Entering a souvenir store on the road, 
I realized I’d lost my luggage.

The wallet was well kept in my back pocket; 
​But money for the remaining days,
And passport, business card, party clothes, etc.,
All were in that suitcase I'd lost.
​
I didn't remember
Which roads I'd been walking along,
And at which store I'd let go of my trunk.
​
I turned ar...

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THE JOURNEY, that is LIFE

Dusky Sunshine kissing mountain's meadow,

Like a Mother adoring her baby's enchanted glow...

Chirping birds flying as a tidal wave,

Pondering to whom shall we care...

Serene shadows of ever grateful trees,

Imposing us to find our Inner Peace

Being loved is a blessed boon,

A Hope of finding love is the race- half won...

D...

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Entering into today’s day and age, we take turns turning the page.

Let us begin,
as were taken back to a time— lined with the new heights of always measuring up to ones expectations.
Ascendant signs are all "GO".
birthmarks placed on the face of the earth; add attachment to the earthly plane, and embody rebirth.
the fabric of the universe tucks us away—as our materialization is made—from a ...

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I am at the station
but there won't be a train coming.
Not yet.

I am looking into the distance
searching for any movement
in any direction
wishing for a train
wanting the journey
needing a destination.

I remember the blur of motion
the thrum of sound
the rush of wind
the satisfying halt.

Even before the train comes
you can imagine getting in
finding a seat
settling down
wond...

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inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip

on the train ride home 
your smile flashed between buildings, 
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell 
if it was the spark in your eye 
or the streetlights beaming 
onto the dark streets. 

i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine, 
those bedroom eyes 
that whispered “bring me 
to your hotel.” 

we weren’t made for cheap 
sex, we were ...

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Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

I know that, strictly speaking, the Magi, are still on camel back following a star but I also know everyone is bored with the story by epiphany so here is my final Christmas related poetry blog. Courage, doubt, fear and wonder, in the story of the Magi. What had they been part of? Like us, they wondered whether ‘this was a future they wanted to know’…

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Lost in a sea of thoughts salty with fears
Her arrid eyes void of tears
Adrift, aimless she sailed for years

A tattered raft of determination her only support
On the horizon utopia beckoning
An obliging port

A siren's song, haunting, promising sanctuary
Pulling her in with its ethereal melody

Taunting her hope's
Teasing her dreams
Promising the actuality of possibilities
Throu...

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Blessed be the silver spoons
Which feed us till we’re replete.
Blessed be the dream-filled moons
Which oversee us with glee.
Ambitious, aren’t we?
The moons illume 
A thousand seas
And take us to 
Places and people unseen.
Vagabonds, aren’t we? 
We hold the power to love and seduce,
To ensnare and release
These people and places till insanity ensues,
Till blooming roses fuse into debr...

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Since I cannot sense a name for God

power will stutter out of my mouth

In the old days it was the Village Church

Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin

In the middle it was a wasteland, dead

Then I saw God and everything changed

Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me

Angels came in plain clothes to erase me

No-one left even though I tried to kill me

In the attire ...

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~He pretends the river is an ocean

When one can't have the potent dose

One makes do with the diluted potion

Caught between two jagged green coasts

The murky current slowly propels his motion

If he has a good, sturdy boat

He might just last to see his ocean~

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The mountains we seek

The crests and peaks

Are no longer to be discovered

We reached the summit

but retracted

and settled in the trough

Where now?

You say

I do not respond, I contemplate my answer

Make it articulate, considerate, yet punctual;

Nowhere. We settle.

We deal with what we need to deal with.

Whether that is today,

Wednesday,

...

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You discover them

one by one

climbing up the walls

searching for something to satisfy their hunger

They gather there

smelling the sweetness calling them

they see their chance

a long journey has taken place

Will they reach their target

or will they be wiped out

only to start over again

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On hearing driverless cars witll be on the road by 2021, a bit of poetical flash fiction....

No foot

On the pedal

No hand

On the

Brake

Was this

Driverless Journey

The last one

They'd take?

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Hide away 
if you must. 

I don't understand 
what prompts you 
to surface anyway. 

I will do like I always do,
show up on the page,
stumble through what 
I was put on earth to do,
share my truth.

I know even though you 
fly away again and again 
to do whatever muses do, 

you will come back, 
when I least expect
and light up my soul
with your beautiful words, 
like you alwa...

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The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
Closed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.

Spectrums of colour await
Films and events, 
Dissipate
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.

The future and past 
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of transcendent glam.

Moments defined by an ...

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We were lame and we were young,

Walking in the woods,

While singing our song,

Never in my dreams, felt anything wrong,

Thought you were always coming along,

Do not remember where exactly I lost you,

My eyes searched for you in heavy fog,

I continued my journey amidst the rocks,

Shivered through-out the night,

Darkness was blocking my sight,

Always thought that you wer...

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Our ultimate journey
in life brings us

to the place of
enoughness...

You are enough.
I am enough.

I see you
beyond the labels

You see the same 
spirit in me.

Your enoughness, 
my enoughness

melds together
to create 

the oneness
of love

and that is
enough. 

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Poem inspired by Oprah's Super Soul Conversations with Elizabeth Lesser, author of The Marrow ...

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Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.

Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.

Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this art...

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A Prayer for the Living

Pray that your living be thus:

A journey fulfilled, not forgotten,

a place for the touching of souls, not Mammon,

to freely forgive, and bear no malice,

a mind at peace, never roiling in anger -

and room to grow, not retreat or wander,

with no pangs of envy for the birds as they fly,

but to drink in the indigo boom of the waves

as they c...

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This rumination came from growing awareness of my mortality which, in turn, is generated and measured by the expanding list of things once given or assumed that, alas, are no longer possible.

The Mirror

How shall I talk to you, my friend?

How should I regard you

(and will I care)

as you grow ever older before my gaze

while I stay young?

Who are you? Dare I look on yo...

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The Glowering Mists of Autumn

As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck

By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity

In a dangerous world without luck,

Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?

Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy

Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,

Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy

In the compa...

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Affinity with words has been part of me since trying to decipher little card cut words given by a teacher, but my journey into poetry began in 2002 when something changed the course of my life as surely as a strong tiller on a lightweight boat, or piece of drift wood caught in a strong current.
Before that I was as a sycamore seed spiralling every which way in winds. What happened caused my ship ...

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In cloaks of words I wrap myself against the weather
Storms I conjured up as punishment.
Hands full of swords thrusting up out of the earth
The round route I take.  Gazelles return again
To the brink, to drink.  And me? To think.
So I skirt mans burning fire, hyena lurking
Laughing in the dark.  A great arc I make
Like a dim sun at the end of his leash
Scribing the day across the sky...

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This is a commentary on living, when the living is hard.

Invisible Rain

Dawn has come to smother the light

in my house.

As I douse the candle's flicker

its feeble flame shines at the window,

lifting the road beyond

into patterned pathways, glinting

in the early bright;

the soft rain of midnight's darkling succour

is almost gone.

It will return tomorrow, u...

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In loving, I set myself up for loss,

In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,

What is the point in this moment or next?

We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...

From start to finish just feels like a flash,

Earn money, more money, broken for cash,

Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,

When death's knell calls, signalling my peace

So what is ...

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Traveller: walk roads.

Wash eye's innocence in life's flow.

Erode face-gullies in time's flood.

Let years sculpt wisdom into an open soul.

Face journey's lessons willing.

Respond. Adapt. Change.

Face alternate current.

Learn.  Change again.

Be you. Inner you. Consistent.

Washed clean.

Altered.

Time's sculpture, life's subject.

Your self.

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A FLIGHT OF FRENZY

I sit and I wonder,

I hope and I dream,

I see in the sky and let its depth swallow me.

I lay still,

And the body lifeless;

But the mind,

Oh the mind is soaring, riding and galloping; on a stork, on a horse, on a ram, on a breeze,

On the wind of the spring and the waves of the seas.

 I soar up as an eagle and I see,

A trans world laid out in front of...

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White beaches and bent Palm trees,

Bath warm water and hot sand,

Ice cold beer, the scent of blossom,

The sound of fire lit live bands.

Humidity and waterfalls,

A Milkworm eaten from a leaf,

The mud, the rain, the cramp, the sweat,

The view from at the peak.

18 hour coach journeys,

The illness and the sick,

Your shuttle bus is a dump truck, and

Your camer...

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 It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life. 

You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism. 

And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.

 As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall, 

so you get indecisive between the f...

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The Journey of Life

Life is a journey,

And along the way will travel many,

You will begin the voyage with a destination in mind,

Aboard many friends and family you shall find.

With them you will share stories and laughter,

But you must realize that life isn’t always “happily forever after,”

You will travel across steep hills and through the dark night,

Nevertheless at ...

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A flower
Caught in the muddy waters of life
Spiralling in a whirlpool of tenacity
Plucked and discarded
To continue its journey alone  

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I hope the train breaks down

Before the end of the line.

Then again; that’s a bit of a foolish thought

For sooner or later

We’ll get to the end,

in time.

I like the journey

But not the destination

So I think I’ll break my journey

And change trains at the station

Because I’m not quite ready,

For the end of the line

So I’ll carry on with my trip

...

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The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.

A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
whose anticipation
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.




 

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SOUTHERN SONG

I’m one of the boys; I’m one of them who lives in my southern English town of Witches’ Elbow.

We just love it in our quaint little town by the sea, we chill out on the beach on the long summer nights, drinking warm beer and making love on the sand dunes knowing these moments will last forever.

I’m originally from the north and moved to Witches’ Elbow coz I ...

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THE TRAGEDY OF SONG

She sings in such hushed vocal tones one second,

then she shatters glass in an attack of tragic beauty the next.

The truths and traumas of life seem so real and painful when her voice glides over them,

after all, isn’t this the life that you and I and her live?

We are all in the same boat on this rough ocean at the mercy of the gale.

If we...

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INTO HELL

Ascending and turning to the right I shield my eyes to the horrors before me.

I don’t want to look but I know what is there – it is the unbegotten,

all swirling in flames, flesh falling from their burning bones.

Writhing in eternal damnation. Am I to become one, or am I to watch from the edge of hell as they burn? I am being drawn into this vision, this nem...

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Universal medium of communication,

A spatial concept of a nation.

Cartographic knowledge preserved,

for Earth’s monumental search.

A land marked aspect, a mountainous trail

Without a map would surely fail.

Setting latitude’s apart, for ocean voyage,

or a walk through a park.

When we are lost and fail to find,

beacons of light wash up, with m...

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