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Sun rises over the city

about coming down......
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Family Meal

Celebrating a falling apart
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Down And Out

Down And Out
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O. One Red Ribbon

As desperate voices, scream
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Black Hole - Dead star

The weight on my shoulders Like boulders and Imploded stars Pulling with Gravitational forces of Jupiter, Mars and depression -
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Is this

This is Battersea Peace Pagoda Haven't been here lately Where River meanders sedately Russet Leaves Drifting on a course unchanged
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Lacon House

Thoughts of getting older Wane as the day grows colder The clouds tattered shreds Heart like lead, Gaze drifts slowly from Evening ash, the descended
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To be a Pilgrim

I seek, I yearn for that which You said would be an adventure. All my days are extraordinary Take some time to recognise a life long pilgrimage I walk
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Healing Hands

His head, pressed lightly into mine and his Healing hand across my back
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Random Sex

Random sex is a sultry motion of heat and grabbing flesh Pleasurable stabbing and violation. The naked woman helpless, the perspiring man empowered...
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Practice of crabs

No man is an island...
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Joy of kids

A small poem for a beautiful child

Night Terrors

in the darkness in the silence whispers of a deadly creature crawling now towards my slumber creeping through the dusty chamber
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I am late

who am i too much too often too little and too late always too late in the dim dark closing haze of drunken party evacuation in the slow dance partner dash in the race, the race,

Silver Fishes

We are all nothing more than silver fishes

Quiet Day

It is a quiet day, Out here on the glass. The smooth edged breath of god Billows through, Brushes dreams from my fingers. It will not stay quiet For...
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Cardiff

Cardiff, as seen from the old Lloyds building in Clevedon.

Do I Still Believe

As I sit here In another anonymous cafe Contemplating love, I wonder, What happened to all my dreams. I see their shadows Facing me, Whispering Of...

Q) Blinky

Blinky Oh blinky blinky The postman loves you Despite the brown paper So green And all the kings horses And all the kings men Are not cooks. Oh...
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Little White Box

I love you. You are my one, My only, Little white box. I know that others Have boxes of their own, But I love *you*, Not them.

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