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The Worthless Gemstone

The diamond was worthless you see, although it was a genuine, flawless, 900 Carat diamond

Our Dear D K

Our Dear D K P K Routray Singh Deo kumar man of noble character with ever smiling graceful feature we are stunned that with us you are no more

Time To Go

Procrastinating the thought of death.

Night Writing

Black ice on the road again Me and my dog Bob Chasing down the night riders Carving up the fog This road could take us anywhere There's promise on these bends And even on the darkest nights

I’m only half way to the moon

Why does a tree or a plant Have more DNA than me Am, I any less evolved? Than a plant or a tree! So we’re all coded. By 4 letters A, C, T and G But, where am ‘I' on…
Cherry

I Hope You've Got A Daughter Now

Summer 88 Peer Pressure Aztec Camera, Deacon Blue I didn't even fancy you The others did, why didn't I? I was childish and frigid Awkward and shy Sticking safely to the impossibility

True Love

Truer Love P K Routray With no trace of physical passion nor any presence of sensual attraction but with presence of parental affection, coupled with plethora of sisterly compassion
Gold cherry

I Will Not

Thinking about some of the co-dependent mutually assured destruction loving relationships I've seen in others...

Rainbow Earth (For Earth Day)

The sun is her orange and her yellow; her blue, the seas below and skies above; her green, the leafy trees and grassy meadows; her red, the bright red rose which blooms for love

Unwanted Memories

Spring clean..

Life’s Great Carnival

An Infant’s heart begins to beat like a distant booming drum; coming nearer and growing louder, the closer it becomes. And it leads a carnival parade
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Good Day lyrics

Some old lyrics I wrote a long time ago. It's kind of (no, incredibly) repetitive. It's an album closer.

Wind

Let the essence of soul admire His presence

Upload, Unload

Plug in. Switch on. Boot up.

Swansong

A sweet tale of love.

My First Kiss

One of the only decent memories I have of him.

How happy i am

Like i'm king of the world, or i have wings so i can soar far and wide reaching highs i never knew before. Like i'm a comet burning up in the atmosphere a fiery ball of happy. But mostly

Aren’t words apt?

Blue and battered falling… like leaves Aren’t words apt; hollow in feeling? When, you’re rummaging-depth of seaweeds, Drowning; besides mermaids a merman ever sweetly.
Story of the week

Miss Bradshaw

Miss Bradshaw came to us in the March of year four...

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