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Return To America

Lit by the distant sun 
in a backyard beer-garden 
overlooking the meadow
my swimming brain spins out
through adventures of the past
forgotten journeys 
by coach, by plane
through unfamiliar landscapes
to the desert 
in California

We rode the Greyhound 
between the sun-drenched cities
your head lay on my lap
and when we could tear 
our eyes from one-another
we'd watch the world pa...

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The Estuary

I am

barefoot

on a far tide line

sand rippled

spread

with estuary shells

with oystercatchers

soft where rills run down

or the sea pools

behind a half-sunk stone

or a mooring chain

I am

watching

moored yachts

swinging to the tide turn

above their sunken reflections

angled lines of cirrostratus

echoed below the horizon

in the mirror gloss sea

...

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Her Name Is E...

A day without E is better off Breathless,

May my soul escape if my stream is empty.

 

Seek and find the girl named E,

packed with love she doesn't discriminate,

Her race is spectrum body tailored to your preference.

 

Undergo E she'll turn the toughest man empathetic.

Open your eyes wide as the sky,

Her love brings out a high unreal,

to experience one must be willing ...

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Reflections

Before I left

I checked myself in the mirror.

Made sure I am wearing my smile 

Bight red on my chapped lips,

Concealing the blood streaks

trapped around the corners.

 

Before I left 

I checked myself in the mirror.

Made sure I am wearing my confidence 

Jet black on my sunken eyes,

Hiding the pain and angiush

lost some where in my daily routine.

 

Before I ...

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The Artist [1]

In so few splashed acrylic lines

see Cornish fishing boats

take shape against the quay

the red hull and the yellow

 

See Cornish fishing boats

mirrored in the harbour sea

the red hull and the yellow

with the deep sky sunk below

 

Mirrored in the harbour sea

the jumble of masts and cranes

with the deep sky sunk below

and the distant sea above

 

The jumbl...

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Demons

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Violent Energies standing at bay,

Lurking in the shadows,

Stalking their prey

Yearning for the glitch in my stride

Begging for my speech to flutter

Truly an OPPORTUNIST 

It’s either me or the others 🙄

 

The sunken place is one we all know

Stuck in the pits of sorrow,

Burrowing ourselves in the depths of our minds,

The world around us becomes blind

The ...

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Whispers

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Just when you think you’ve fallen too deep,

Lost in the pits of your mind,

There’s someone reaching out to you,

Saying leave your past behind.

Starting anew is harder than it seems,

Energies,thoughts and doubts linger in between.

 

My thoughts are drowning me in this sea of illusion,

Leaving me in a state of confusion.

For my mind is a challenge,

And self doubt is the...

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Learning to stop feeling guilty for getting my shit together

It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...

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And he never woke up

Did the road run out?

did the next corner turned

offer the same skyline?

 

Or did your courage falter?

did a little voice 

turn you homeward?

 

To certainty,

to boredom,

back to the start.

 

Where that same little voice

first spoke to you,

and tricked you into recklessness.

 

Where it promised you adventure’s

in exotic wanderings,

and stole you...

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Mirror

you would not believe how easy it is to break a mirror!
and we're not talking the ones that you see in the clearance sections at stores,
we're talking about the mirror that shows you how you think about yourself.

this mirror is one made of a very special glass,
one that comes in all different shapes and sizes for every person,
one that is very often...fragile.

a child often begins their ...

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With an open eye

And she will always reflect

the hidden traits 

in which you already possess 

~ nicoline ~

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Chapter 5: Moment of Reflection

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Sitting here in my messy room

Staring at these broken windows

Watching the world passing me by

 

Every day I see kids running around

With laughter in their hearts

Not a care in the world

I wish I could be like that

 

To be as free as the sweet wind

But instead I live here in my mind

A hopeless slave to my thoughts

 

I wish I had the courage to be myself

To...

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SHATTERED REFLECTION

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The hands of time tick slowly by

as dawn breaks in a new day.

A nightmare reality of

the receding night lies marked,

like so many fading stars,

in the shattered glass on the floor.

 

Silken shards of sorry souls,

their lives now trapped

in a dream of what was then,

what is now and

what should never have been.

 

Each broken image,

a moment in time captured

...

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Chapter 5: Dreams and Failures

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Waking up from another bad dream 
Or maybe I was having a flashback
Cause most of the time, I can't tell what’s real or not
And the line between reality and fantasy begins to blur. 

In the mirror, I'm the one that everyone wants to be
Like the jocks on the football team
Or those famous Hollywood stars you see on T.V. 
But in the real world, I'm just a boy with a broken pen. 

So I get dress...

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Evaluation

As much try shaking off

 odd feeling can’t avoid

 

On face seems normalcy

  deep within I’m paranoid

 

All evident brave fronts

and donned blasé guise

 

Reflect chinks in armor

of societal compromise

 

Frayed old compulsions

often daunt and afflict

 

Daubed in hues darker

sane rationality restrict

 

Old emotional stockpile

intrinsically stay...

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Relective Grudge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trying to put brave guise

deep down within I burn

 

In quest of eternal bliss

notoriety I got to earn

 

None were expectations

or any of bartered trade

 

Folly proved true essence

of calling spade a spade

 

Gave in to most situation

never wished any return

 

Response stayed hostile

sans as much of  concer...

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Man In The Mirror

On the other side of the mirror there’s another man like me

He seems to look just like me I have to agree

He’s another man with the same thinking process

He’s trying to move on, trying to make progress

 

He takes milk with his tea but only one sugar

And offer him coffee and he’ll tend to shudder

He likes computers and writing things

Mainly poems but whatever his ...

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An Artist’s Reflections

 

 

My Life is not my art
My art is not my life
Yet we are like husband and wife-
When you know my Art
You begin to know me.
 
Life is not Art
Art is not Life
Yet they are like reflections
When you know life
You begin to know Art.
 
 
Life does not imitate Art
Neither should Art imitate Life
For when art is at its purest
You begin to know
                                                                        Tr...

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