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Faces

Occasionally, Very occasionally We are given the chance to see The real face behind The ones we have created for Ourselves. The fledgling face. Raw...
Cherry

Charade

The silence is surreal. Across the room You look at me as if you've Just discovered I'm a cheat. Your eyes staring out from behind A glass frame...

Noah's Ark

Revised Biblical epic
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X... A SON

TO MY SONS
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Lie

A snippet of adulthood
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Distillations on Silence

The last night of the next morning.

Permanent Shade of Blue

(Cirrhosis of the Soul - Part 2)
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Let there be Music

Can music express love?
Cherry

Giving

lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Sitting at the bottom of these stairs I feel like a child again, partly because they are so wide the...

Hello, you!

I'd like to say hello to, er, myself...

Dude, Are We Civilised?

Just a commentary about the troubled world. Quite a sermon, if i must say.

After Midnight

Thinking the world would end, every moment becomes sorrowfully joyful.

Dreamtime Request

Dreamtime Request: style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"> Bring me in to the here and now for was and will have pain. style="font-size:...

Late poem for t.

This is the most recent of this work. There will be one more.

Blue

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Sonnet for t.

Sonnet class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> For t Your eyes your gaze so still &;amp; calm, where you Lie sweet &;amp; prone,...

X marks the place you stood

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What the light was like

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Keening in the fourth night

The Fourth Night of the Poem of the Body style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The windows are opaque and outside the wind keens in the pine trees. Desire...

Obelisk: The Third Night

The Third Night of the Poem of the Body style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He felt her waiting for him like an obelisk, still and grave yet quivering...

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