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The Imperfect Gardener
The Imperfect Gardener
Someone once said, long ago or last week,
that it's futile on a finite and populous planet
to seek a truth, or a finely polished apple,
in the still-life-on-canvas we daily behold,
and by such uncouth behaviour
we are mostly confounded, and fail to grapple.
So we're prisoners here, in uncounted millions,
unable to leap high or fast enough to...
Sunday 5th November 2017 1:25 am
a toast to the afterlife
here’s to the afterlife —
what fate does the day after The Last Day hold?
doubt ,
doubt consumes man’s faith .
down into the depths of the pit
my mind descends ,
down to the caverns ,
the walls closing in .
the light dwindles ,
crushed under the weight of this apparent reality .
hopeless and helpless ,
lonely and tired .
beaten down by the endless sorrow .
di...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 11:45 pm
YOUTH AT MY DOOR
Yes
Youth once again
beats in my heart
With the mystery of you
The man of my dreams
comes to me in words
on a page
So sweet and tender
Yes
I surrender
to you my sweet one
I will walk the path
of innocence once again
With you...
First kiss
flirting eyes
My breath
taken away
I would love to take
your words away
with my beauty
My silhoue...
Tuesday 5th September 2017 2:05 am
When We Were Seventeen
You asked if this was okay
But I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth
didn't possess the words to say
no
this is so much more
It just didn't seem to roll off my tongue the way mine rolled over yours
There wasn't enough time to explain the feeling of innocent euphoria I experienced with you
No way to begin to illustrate how you made me unravel at the seams like lillie...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 9:28 pm
Janus
Janus
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
polished
to an indignant sheen.
Pre-conditioner hair,
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Myopic ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
Little Girl
As I look into the mirror
A little girl stares back at me
Her eyes twinkling eyes shining so bright
Wind is blowing her hair nice and free
Running free like a child she makes a pretty sight
Her lips twitched into a naughty smile
Radiant face brimming with life
Her eyes shine with unfulfilled dreams
No worries no fear no signs of strife
I am mesmerized by her innocence
...Monday 9th January 2017 10:26 am
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