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September 15, 2019

Frail

frail with soul on fire with tired desire to burn and bleed with solid need risen and rising and yet hold back lest the cracks open hard cutting the cords without reward Advertisements
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Published on September 15, 2019 04:20

September 14, 2019

Changing times

My laptop is working again, but I’m not sure how long it’ll last so at some point I’ll need to buy a new one. Apart from the laptop being busted I think I have been too. I know I’ve done this before but I’m doing it again and deleting my social media accounts. Facebook went … More Changing times
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Published on September 14, 2019 08:48

September 9, 2019

Burnt toast

*** As night smolders on it inhabits the feelings to bring about a taste of passion *** Advertisements
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Published on September 09, 2019 12:57

August 27, 2019

to wash away the world

float away on a skin of solitude bring about the destruction of time and let that pestilent silence wash away the world To begin is so very difficult when this soul this rhapsody of light yearns to breathe If you would speak I’d be sure to listen yet all I feel are not the vibrations … More to wash away the world
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Published on August 27, 2019 08:17

August 12, 2019

5 Star Review and flip.

I’ve had a lovely review from Betty for my latest poetry book, Pregnant with Death. Thanks chockymuch, Betty
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Published on August 12, 2019 12:48

August 4, 2019

Open house

* Light and love live on side by side with dust and death. Nature’s open house * Today is my WordPress 8th year anniversary! Thanks for joining me, staying for the ride and keeping me on track.
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Published on August 04, 2019 05:04

August 3, 2019

Meaning

What is it but a drowned rat in the mouth of a strangled cat What is it but a broken vase holding the deaths of life’s stars How can it be this, poetry How can it sing this impossible thing Words have no meaning until they’re written and even then they, like a rose wither … More Meaning
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Published on August 03, 2019 05:11

July 31, 2019

Cello

Monster of soul whose elegant vibrations of air reach in to touch I breathe your cruelty to find a desire for her touch vibrating within my empty soul. Advertisements
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Published on July 31, 2019 06:21

July 26, 2019

Fragrance

* The universe knows that to appreciate the fragrance one only has to ignore it * Advertisements
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Published on July 26, 2019 07:49

July 21, 2019

of the rose

Memories of the rose. I wonder what those petals as they fall, what they remember of her secrets and how much of her remains fragrant within those soft petals as they kiss the soil. Advertisements
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Published on July 21, 2019 06:23