Here's to anyone who has been asked for their thoughts, 

And not let their words entomb their audience's spirit, 

Like the ash of Vesuvius, 

For all, I'd wager; thoughts form a chaotic array, 

Ranging subject, tone and even imagery or music,

In simultaneous appearance. 

Forming riotous conundrums on seas of deceptive simplicity, 

Allowing the stark contrast of notions tha...

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I have never seen a ghost,

But I remember too many to deny their existence,

Not the lost spirits of those I knew, 

Nor monsters masquerading as them, 

But lurking in memories, 

The bygone personalities, 

Of the people we used to be, 

As we emotionally developed, 

And our values shifted, 

Deadened traits were shed, 

Only to be brought to the forefront of our minds, 

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Crisp breath of the October morn

Fogs the window, reflecting warm light 

Ever into the smallest room,

From whereout, the grandeur of the outside world, 

Obscured by itself, still comes on through, 

As feeling replaces vision

As the dominant sense for the time. 

The bluish sky seems to bear down

On the dying leaves, hushed on by the wind

Through which, cars steadily ...

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Disembodied announcements ride the travelling's tedium

As all early attend the slate grey station platforms

A mad scramble set against the indifferent schedule

A study in contrasts, only appreciated as it ends

Also being reversed, all are sat orderly

As the journey begins

The cityscape idly drifts by and beyond us

And the horizon embraces all we previously knew

The aut...

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Wrapped up in ideals and a uniform,

Less than apt for one so unique,

The roads have wound and conspired to take you back,

To far before you learned to speak

Don’t let the surroundings hush out the voice inside,

Keep striving with your ends in sight,

Have only the time you need to realise,

There’s no stronger picture,

Whatever it would be for,

Than t...

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The cityscape rushes into view,

As jostling tracks guide the train,

Past the rust-caked barricade,

Overlooking buildings outwardly 

Unchanged since early industy.

Arrived at the station, the train, sqeaking,

Grinds to a halt, all wait by the doors,

They wait for the light or the signalling chime,

Heavy bags and heavier faces go on through,

As all else is drowned out...

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Grasping at half-conscious illusions,

The new year arcs through the post-Christmas crash,

As philosophical ironies regarding love appeared before, 

The most voluptuous scene, 

And whether this love sought others, 

Or only itself to please, 

The difference is not always clear.

As such, the turn of the year has all watching, 

As the time for a fresh start is ...

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Waiting, waiting, waiting,

The wind, time and day all have stopped,

the minute begrudgingly passes

As I wait for the first sound,

My thoughts flood as to what that could be, 

That would make me rise from this comfortless chair

A knock on the door or a beep of a car horn,

The likeliest, in knowing what to expect,

The minute begrudgingly passes, 

As my mind turns to f...

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