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Safety
Oh it is so safe
In this den of detachment
It is so calm
In this cave of carelessness
Brick walls built mighty and fine
To protect your world
From colliding with mine
It’s so safe
That it is stark and dark
And only my dreams escape
To knock at your heart
Wednesday 20th August 2025 6:11 pm
The mute speaker
We talk.
A lot about her,
yet I know nothing about her.
She shapes words
but I hear emptiness
and all that exists her mouth is air.
She gives me carbon dioxide
but little care,
little advice or help,
little information.
Just ambiguous comments,
large words meaning nothing
and letters sounding silence.
Monday 11th August 2014 11:01 pm
levenslang stil
`
Here within lies
a recollection
of large talons
that tear smooth
creamy flesh
a cadence ricochets
off paint peeled walls
of the clatter as soles
strike dry dirt and stone
blood rushes
two sets of eyes
squint and scan
backs hunched low
only darkness shields
...
Thursday 16th December 2010 12:50 pm
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