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I place my trust in everything

I've been on the train today united in a shooting star no steam in sight or the haul of thunder. A quiet and meandering journey where bridges and lakes beseech the weary traveller

your throat overflows

Your throat overflows With a liquid scream But your throat is glutted You swallow your scream Your teeth are clenched The Highness applauds. He sits back- joins his hands

HISTORY HAS SCISSORS

the hazy past

Cava to her Cocaine

I’m like those furry boots you buy from Tesco when you can’t afford Uggs. I’m like Sainsbury’s Basics chocolate that tastes like crap once you’ve eaten Lindt.

afterthought nausea

afterthought nausea left by the coffee now two days gone left by the sleep ignored for so long left by the mess of the unrighted wrong afterthought nausea.

Two Years' Time

will you be ready in two years' time, or will I still be waiting then? in 5 years, 10 years? will it end? this a game of your design. it's hopeless this imagined love

Hold Back the Tears

when you sit on the sideline of life watching the world go by

She Accepted Me

She’s so much a Filipino girl - Happy and Caring
Gold cherry

Davy Moyes, Man U, Everton, Celtic and 1-0

how I made Davy Moyes look good. (part 1)

Revolution Today (Lyrics)

1st Verse: Politics are parlour tricks; the fight has already been fixed; no matter who the people choose, the rich will win; the poor will lose. They only make a mockery

Not THIS again .. !

Denise's Dream ..
Cherry

Marching and Knockouts. ( Part 6)

I'm transferred to another Naval base and start my "education".

End of line 2 Susan Bottrill

The bedroom charge is an amoral act brought into effect by an immoral government, who choose to consider the cost of the pound, before the health and welfare of its citizens.

brush strokes

Brush strokes are formed on a blank page And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days Like the meanderings of a viola Taking the lead All my wandering roads do lead

a walk down memory lane.

The morning sun glared from behind the silhouette of Hunched over oak trees, competing for space with The grave stones in the cemetery on horizons plane.

God's Creation

Thunder gathered in the midst of the equator and an heavenly descent is upon us.

Covered

It happens sometimes, where you know, you just lose it and actually mean the words you say and then try to cover it up, but the cover, just falls right through and you end up saying Fuck You anyways.

Oh Mother!

Oh Mother! P K Routray A mother’s day For her I pray. She took pain so I could shine and reign. For me, my mother creator, mentor and sustainer. Expressing my gratitude,

I Don't Do Love

A love poem - Some explicit language

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