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Five minutes more

Please.

Just five minutes more.

Just five more minutes alone, in the quiet

Before I walk through that door

Return to the noise

And heed the voices.

 

Just five more minutes

Before I resume my duties

The chores that are never done

The battles that will never be won.

 

Just five minutes more to call my own

Before I become once more the exclusive property of cha...

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Threshold

When I wonder what's wrong
When I think whats going on
A Voice said 'this is what you did
Not much love exists to feed.
Tides will not change the future
Might just believe it, forever
Believed that the eyes I see
Truth in them will set me free.
Taking a huge dose of the drug
Never know what's beneath the rug
Chemical changes inside me
They will not let me be.
Let me be the free bird fl...

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Bohemia

A memory of a small but unforgettable part of London.

 

Walking down to Camden Lock

with colour and fizz all around

on a warm August day:

narrow boats, top hats and silk scarves,

old pubs, rent boys, spruikers;

The Regent's dark canal,

people-watchers. Music like jewels.

Such is the raucous silence

of loneliness.

 

Chris Hubbard

2018

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Away from me

Fall on the way side in the afternoon.

 

I sob now besides the hollow tree,

The oak,

Bare.

 

Your darkened hair recedes into the heavy mist,

Your eyebrows sliver into scattered sunbeams.

 

Away from me.

 

Lost in the bitter goodnight,

Hollow in acknowledgment,

The dirt moist from the heavy rain before it.

 

The image of you flakes,

In my mind,

Rui...

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apathetic.

magic tumbled from his lips as he spoke of love filled promises,

dreaming of the day he'd feel.

empty, he was, the hollowness of his eyes prominent.

he kept his apathy concealed under a veil,

making them believe he felt the opposite.

death, to him, seemed almost.. ideal.

 

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MY FRIEND GINNY

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MY FRIEND GINNY

You're a nice sensation when you are on my lips

I love to touch you with my fingertips

I like the feeling when you are going down

You say nothing, and you never frown

 

You're tall, slim and as cool as ice

When you touch my cheek it's very nice

Oh love is blind, yet I can see

You're my favourite G and T

 

Oh my, my, my, my G and T

How I love you ...

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