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Uprooted.

Man is no different to the trees which feed him. When he is uprooted from his place of origin, like a tree, he is forced to adapt to new environment, if possible, or else wither and die.

The Rose

The torturous pleasures of monogamy.

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 5 - I Don't Like Crowds.

There were other things that I have snapshot memories of. The man on the stage came to the edge after he had cut the woman's head off and held up what I believe to be one of the organs of the woman .

Reality

a poem related to AFTER MADNESS.

THE FOGHORN

The night is fog enshrouded The foghorn sings its tune, In the dark, like some great wolf That serenades the moon. It calls to night-time sailors And keeps them to their path,

ROCKS

The rocks stand in the water Like a moonscape come to earth, They stand there in defiance As they're pounded by the surf. An arrogance surrounds them As waves brake on their sides,

SEASCAPE

This is the first poem I ever wrote, must be 25 years ago. I was softer then...

Chill Factor

Gone bad!

Last Day.-3 James Dean

LAST DAY JAMES DEAN SPEEDING ON THE HIGHWAY TRYING THE CAR'S POTENTIAL, JAMES GOES, HIS HEART IS POUNDING. EXCITEMENT, PRESSURE RISING, RED AUTUMN LEAVES ARE FALLING.

Happy New Year

It’s that time of the year again, It’s that day when I have picked up my pen yet again. Yes it’s New Year people, It’s time to do something useful.

Resolution No. 9

You say you want a resolution, well, you know...

First Class Sonnet

Oh British Rail First Class, Oh first Class Britain A leather bound land of the wide and thrilling I have joined your ranks; sat where you’re sitting
Cherry

Reflections

smoke and mirrors...

Liar in the blood

Born into a family of liars I realized from an early age I was to carry the torch as my father and my father’s father and my father’s father’s father… you get the idea!

Dance On Fire - Chapter 03

It looked dark out there. The roar of the crowd was low, dull, echoing around the arena like the moan of some mythical beast. Pete saw the sudden flash of a torch from near the opposite wing.

Kill The Monster, Chapter 13

XI. ODYSSEUS AND PENELOPE The Hirondelle purred up the drive like a stalking tiger. Its headlights were turned off. He wanted to surprise them.

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