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A Prayer for the Living
Pray that your living be thus:
A journey fulfilled, not forgotten,
a place for the touching of souls, not Mammon,
to freely forgive, and bear no malice,
a mind at peace, never roiling in anger -
and room to grow, not retreat or wander,
with no pangs of envy for the birds as they fly,
but to drink in the indigo boom of the waves
as they c...
Monday 17th September 2018 10:44 am
Manchester's gay hamlet
has long since been a sanctuary
for parlor princesses to sway their tits free
from thick veined impalers who skirted the moat;
their hot swords smoking from pint piss.
One often forgets that
cemented with the secret elixir
of man's love for man's folly;
it was a safe and sordid Avalon.
Often lulled by the music
or some other bul...
Friday 29th August 2014 9:52 am