Her wrinkled hand took hold of his

as she sang a grand old song

Her grandson  looked at it & said:

You've been in the bath too long!

 

She said, "Those creases are like  the circles 

within a wonderful tree!

It shows how long I've been around

How long that I've been me!"

 

There's a lot of creases there, Grandma

They've spread right up to your face!

I recko...

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I feel like a blank sheet of paper

White and clean

A colourless vapour

just emptiness

and nothing else

not good

or bad

just

nothing

nothing at all

like a black hole

it’s as if white is not a colour

it’s just

when you don’t have any

no yellow smiles

no grey trials

no tears running blue

no red beds for two

no black roses

for all the losses

...

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Cuts from pristine crisp yellow pages 

leading to a moonlit night 

beside the waves      

with the onomatopoeia of the lapping waters 

against your feet

and the warmth from the

fire beside

 

Cuts from letters

not pronouncing love

but charges for services with “friendly reminder” written in red

and an occasional congratulations 

and seasonal “vote for me”s

 

...

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She plucked a sunbeam

one fine day

And fashioned it 

in such a way

A lighthouse man

came to say

He thought it would 

keep ships away

 

He took it with him

in a jar 

And there it shone

bright as a star

And all the ships 

from near and far

Flashed masthead lights

just to say Ta!

 

And it shone so bright

through storms & rain

A shield a...

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I am death and I am your friend

I will be at your side when you meet your end

I’ll be there to lead you down the sacred path

You’ve always known

You must have been told

For everyone meets me in the end.

 

I’m not to be laughed at

And neither should you fear me

But either way you and I shall meet

Better to meet me with a smile, however worn

After all our meeting was...

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Life is incomplete

If it is defined as:

'Absent of poetry, and lack Of feelings'.

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The colour of your shirt does not determine your standing or standard of life,

Your position within a company does not make you who you are,

When describing one's self it is hard to not chronicle ones job,

Instead regale your sole and subsequent wisdom.

The 8 to 10hours a day you spend away not looking at reflection nor self-righteous meditation can leave you impatient yet waiting and ...

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Just thinkin' of that night,

Colors of black and crimson red,

And the 5 liters of blood and byle

That I internally shed,

 

It's a miracle that I'm alive,

Cause I should be dead,

Battling the depression sucks,

Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed,

 

Only God knows the everyday duels

With the devil I fight inside my head,

The people that I've hurt,

And the thi...

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I hope you'll love what's left of me

After life has had its fill

I hope you'll see in those old eyes

There's love & laughter still

 

I hope my skin of brittle parchment 

Can be traced by loving fingers 

I hope this weary sheet of braille 

Shows an epilogue still lingers 

 

I hope our hands still intertwine 

Like stars cling to the sky

I hope we waltz through amb...

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I am what’s wrong with me.. 

Not the people around me.

Not my love life.

Not what I have or don’t have. 

It’s solely me.

I feel empty, like a dry river screaming and crying for some rain..

Only thing is at least the River knows what it is that it wants or need so bad. 

At least the River has a reason to shout.

Whats my reason ? 

I feel like screaming.

I feel like...

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In the mirror I saw my own fragility 

Sagging contours weighed heavy by age

An arid landscape of fissures and brushland 

Time had eaten away its lustre 

Leaving a fallow space

The eyes, once sparkled crystal blue

Now faded pale & weary

I studied this ageing fossil 

This reflection of reality 

Scratching at the brushland

Wondering what time had done

with the young m...

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When I am too old for life

And life has taken all I have 

When my breath is but a shallow whisper 

And the whisper turns a winter's breeze 

When my heart quivers its last offering to time

And time graciously accepts

When my eyes forever slumber

And slumber takes my soul

 

I think that I shall linger still 

In the periphery of twilight's yawning

 

And in smiles, ...

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On Man

 

Like tiny ants we scurry

Between skyscrapers of grass,

Peeping about - a human worker class.

Watching ourselves surpassing all limits,

Creators of structures, cultures, unimaginable wonders.

Finding God thriving within us.

 

Do we think the ant knows of it’s impending mortality?

Knows it’s destined to a life of sheer ephemerality?

Or knows it’s intricate c...

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The air is warm tonight
the sea no longer ravenous
As the shawl slips from your shoulders
there’s a feeling that breeds in us
now, we are home
or close enough

A candle flickers at every table
the seafront cafes like crooked teeth
The harbour mouth is kissing us
with its swing bridge tongue and river beneath
We feel that we are home
or close enough

Tied by these rings
and the meani...

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The barbs of your tongue

Cut me to shreds

Unpicking my mind's 

Most delicate threads 

 

So I weaved myself words

From the pit of my soul 

To replace all the light

And the joy you had stole

 

Then I ripped myself free

From your talons of spite

Spilling ink upon page

Under dawn's weary light

 

And I bled, intravenous 

Through roots of my mind 

Feedi...

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Love & grief 

Are but the same

Both distort

Your mental frame

With tears of joy

Or tears of pain

Life will never 

Be the same

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It's that time after the entire day is over and it's dark out there so feel some calmness in your surrounding. When music takes over your every sense, and you just do what you love to do after your entire day is finished. 

Oh! don't get any other ideas, I'm just talking about your hobbies, not something that takes control over your soul. I'm not talking about 'Something' that deep, just your ho...

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After you were gone

My heart fell apart

A jigsaw without structure 

A mess of lonely parts

 

I think you took me with you

My breath, my life, my soul 

For all that remained 

Was this deep & vacant hole

 

One day I fell into its depths 

Without thought of return

Crumbling to a waste of ash

In my own neglected urn

 

But, I awoke blinking 

At the sun's ...

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Give the glass another glance. 

Is the glass half full . I ask every day. Was it ever full. Or am I looking askance.

What is the running all about. Days turn to years. The running looks like a stationary dance.

Life says stop running. Appreciate my beauty. Like you used to do once.

Break the shackles. Look at the glass. It was always full. Give yourself one more chance.

For, in life...

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Beyond the rolling, molten sky

There dwells a place for when we die

To be reborn in starlight's eye

 A genesis of every you & I

 

We'll seek out worlds yet to be seen

Become creations brightest gleam

Sew the thread within the seam

To weave new worlds of  endless dreams

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I asked God, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked Allah, what is my purpose? 

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked the Buddha, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked my daughter,  what is my purpose?

She said, with a wrinkled brow 

To be my Dad, of course 

To have met & married my Mam

...

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As we stroll,

the dusky pink of a morning sunrise 

turns the fields to candy floss. 

We get sticky and wet 

from the sweetest dew.

I stifle a yawn, 

and the softness and scent 

of moisturised skin 

briefly brushes the redness

of my sun-flushed cheek.

She smiles,

all dimples & eyes of blue serenity.

And, for a moment,

there is no world but us.

 

Later, w...

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Liminal

I live in the spaces

Between leaving and arriving,

Jumping and landing,

Fearing and surviving.

(Clutching my duffel bag on the bus

To dreaded childhood swimming lessons.)

Half asleep, half awake.

Tests all done, results await.

Sweet honeyed pause before

The axe falls, the hospital calls.

Racing mind, facing blind panic, the reels that wind.

 

Life in...

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A slow turtle, with a heavy back.

Wanted to sprint like the dotted cat.

He was sad because he didn't know his limits,

Devastated after seeing the results of his speed per minute.

 

Poor turtle knew a little about himself

Grew up among cheetah, thinking he was one self.

Speed was thing where he wanted to be the best.

Without even enjoying the process itself.

 

He could...

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charcoal toothpaste. 
teeth whitening strips. 
water on a bathroom floor muddied with muttered songs. 
cans of who and why on a windowsill. 
forehead sweat. made to stick fringes.
quick to anger. founded in a parent not so unlike. 
jerking awake. jolting asleep. comfort nul. 
calm mornings when the sun alarms. 
evil feelings when green and yellow lie dormant. 
stuttered uttered eye contac...

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I live in a land On a bank Looking over an ocean I live in a land Where my future Is always bright But never clear On that bank I sit there thinking Wondering why The sun never quite sets Looiking at that ocean I see nothing Nothing but space I live in a land Where space is close Enough to reach From my bank All it takes Is one short walk ...

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The breeze of lust
flows through the forest
of my heart
like a fallen ember
igniting the soul
of souls
housed within the growth
that has been my shield
The breeze of love
coalesces from the ocean
of my mind
like a gentle touch
filling my soul
of souls
housed within the depth
that has been my home
The breeze of lust
The breeze of love
together form one
to become
The breeze of li...

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A child is born, a new and different soul

Who enters into changing waves of life

That carry him from birth until his death

Through sorrow, joy, despair and happiness.

 

The childhood starts as blessing and great joy

For caring parents that are nurturing

Before emerging in the cruel world

Where people always want what others have.

 

As growing up, the goals are aiming ...

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As I progress through this thing called life,

I detach more and more from strife.

I rejoice in simple pleasures taught,

Because I fill my heart with love sought.

 

I still my mind and meditate,

Searching the universe in an ethereal state.

The peace I gain keeps me balanced and sane,

Ascending above this mortal plain.

 

The more I learn about this station,

The more ...

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On the threshold she stood,

Of the house where her life smiled.

Waving wildly her small arms at him,

Of whom she was the only child.

 

Inside sat the lady of the house,

Silencing her sobs and drinking up her tears.

Careful not to let the the happy bird know,

Chasing her was the worst of her fears.

 

All laiden with arms covered under his coat,

To not let the little...

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Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
 

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Life is a little shining star
That you can't define so far,
Life is a mirror lucid and clear
If broken, you can't feel her!

Like a dream life is fairy
Seeing it, oh, so scary!
Life is an extreme pain unhurt
As if it looks like an invisible art.

Life is darkness of the night
And the burning light of the sight,
Oh, life is a little shining star
That you can't define so far!

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Close your eyes,

It's okay you won’t feel the pain anymore.

 

Close your eyes,

You can rest, no more fatigue or feeling sore.

 

Close your eyes, 

This will be quicker than waiting for a cure.

 

Close your eyes,

It's time to meet the Angel of Death to relieve you from all that you've endured.

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You cannot change the world,

but you may be able to be an

influence in someones world.

The world is wild and unruly.

Chaotic in nature. But you

can make  a difference each

moment to feel into its texture

with your touch. It won’t be much,

but maybe it is just enough.

it is all you can do in the face

of the storm that matters.

 

Live it. Live it for those who can...

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You’re right

3 years ago, I viewed frogs as aliens

Now I wonder whether they’re angels

Months ago, I hated the sound of songbirds

Now I write their songs

I tweet along

Everything I did, I did do

It still was

Even if it no longer is

Whatever I am

I still am what I was

Even if I longer am

You’re right

I was right and now I’m left

But the person I was hasn’t ...

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Sitting on the couch next to you

Makes me feel calm, happy and content,

Like walking on a beach with a sunset view,

Every second here is time well spent.

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Pumping fast to the heart
Blood
Skin feeling warm
To the touch
Inside and out, love flowing
It's flowing
Again
Into your veins
Another day,
Lost
An offer,
Again
Of a blanket on the grass
Your love in a cup
The warmth on our skins
Under the sun, like you planned
Time and time
Again
I've stopped my demands
Always promised
Always empty
If I were a substance
Could I get your love
...

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