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Candice Reineke on Accrington ,loose wire fear!This happened Saturday afternoon (57 minutes ago)
I caught a star
With my burning fist
And left my handprint on it
I crash-landed on the clouds
I bounced back
Bounced back I
Shot a star with my mouth
I juggled Pluto
I breathed on Neptune
I grew a farm on Saturn
I named all the planets that
I was first to visit
Pierced them with flags of my face
Stamped them with my fingerprints
I was the fi...
Sunday 11th August 2019 4:17 pm
Step from the road of the known into the wild of the unknown.
My guide, the divine pulling me 3 finger widths beneath my last known uplink.
Wonders of the world exist all at once, spanning the confines of time.
I visit myself as a child and young adult.
Give hope to the past, while gaining wisdom from the future.
Crude oil refined into the supreme.
Let's suffer together.
Friday 26th July 2019 1:06 pm
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-er...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:30 pm
Where the bluebells grow
Strong, full of spice and sweet
Where the witches and the wizards
cast their spells, I know
And the elves feel safe to meet
Where the waters run deep
And the vines harsh thirst is fed
Where dry grapes can burst
in pleasure and folly;
The valley can sing in a glory of red
Saturday 23rd April 2016 8:54 am
There was one who taught me all, as she taught the witch
at the other side of the estate. We are meant to be the best,
no one touching us on our path.
Me and you, together we had it all,
I met you in the Crystal Chamber. You became my wife,
me the goth, you the witch, fairy tale story.
I became your student and learned all I could,
we toured Euro...
Tuesday 1st November 2011 11:37 pm
We, the generation of the damned, the lost ones,
the weird ones, the ones you stare at and misunderstand,
as a joke I say Hiroshima was good, let’s do it again!
Do you think I’m mad? I say a man is to be judged
on his actions, not on his memories, wise words for me.
Why are we like this? I have my own answers and know
I’m lucky, I have my music...
Tuesday 4th October 2011 6:06 pm
All he ever wanted to do was to improve his life, make a better life for himself and not be a lazy freeloader. Certain people thought he'd never make it; this view rubbed off on him through time and really depressed him. He was determined to show them they were wrong, that he wasn't lazy and could prove something to first himself, then them and finally the world.
Saturday 3rd September 2011 1:56 pm