I’ve found Angels haunting darkness and some riddles clear as answers

Seen evil help the weakest soul saw new lives start with cancers

Studied rocks to learn to fly found learning in forgetting

Saw blood and bone return to dust then watched the new sun setting

Pondered if there is a soul and at what price would I sell

Contemplated on the afterlife and tales the mystics tel...

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Palaces of words.

We search for truth in thought, build palaces of words and pyramids of philosophy,  but how often do these palaces become crystal unclear prisons and our pyramids lead us to be encapsulated in our own sarcophagus.

How often is all this philosophising an exercise in futility, the seeds of idealistic theorising sown on council estate pavements that only seem to hold...

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Whenever

Whenever snow falls or sun shines

When mothers laugh or children cry

Through tiny cracks and broken lines

If men are born and when they die

Tiny diamonds haunt the sky

Fierce fires that burn with light

We never question how or why

They guide us through the night

More stars in sky than specks on beach

More diamonds than sand grains

Mere man c...

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Note to self

One thing I know is…. It can take real courage to make mistakes.  Not just to make mistakes but to be willing to live with the consequences.  To whole heartedly accept full responsibility for those errors with a stoic smile.

Even if the result of those mistakes is that the whole universe comes crashing into a cascading oblivion.  At the end of days at least, if they ex...

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Her & Bear

There was once a girl with a Teddy Bear

The teddy bear was part of her

They played, they cuddled they had such fun

They’d sing and dance and laugh and run

And then one day she met a boy

Who wished to take care of her toy

She loved that boy with all her heart

She always thought they’d never part

The boy was mean he hurt the bear

He k...

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People will not always want to buy what you offer.

Remember that it’s not that what you’re exhibiting is not precious.

You are not a salesman. You are not pushing an item.

In a world where people can offer their love to the highest bidder.

Or haggle over pennies.

Instead be like the philosopher that sits in his antique shop

Welcome people with a smile as they enter and let t...

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What if silence was the loudest noise and all other sounds distraction.
Maybe silence is the sound of stars, the song they sing from space.
They sing to us from up above with smiles upon their face.

Ged Thompson 05/05/14

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She was a romantic, warm hearted, sentimental fool in a very cold world, the type of world that sometimes seemed to have no refuge for dreamers and those that believe in true love.   At times she would feel loves warm rays dance briskly across her face and the seeds of self worth in her heart would just for an instant anticipate the beginning of spring and the end of her winter.  The spr...

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Our Masterpiece

There’s something about Art Galleries.

A beacon for lost souls, the vulnerable.

Cathedrals of catharsis in the worship of art.

Galleries can be that way I’ve noticed.

So much beauty inspired by so much pain.

Maybe we seek the same transmutation internally.

She was chirpy, full of energy

But I knew inside she was falling apart.

Sometimes you just...

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