After Russian caravans

Mapped into a mouthful of day, Recorded in crunches given to ground, We mark our way in treads and sounds, here Ivy greens the memory stones, Weaving over peaceful sleeping,

The black owl

The black owl eyes me: a sharpness in the shapeless dark I'm awake as a knife: thought inks, the dull drops ache a slow fall, entering a thick night, the mind giants collide

The nicking grass

Autumn came too early, Summer bruises purpled the shadows those red bricks walled and threatened, stuck trees loosed ill-aimed conkers, poxing the lawn.

Letty's Place.

An unsung heroine!

As a River Flows By

I once came here a long time ago, In another world that I used to know Such a quiet place, peaceful and free, For I loved her, and she also loved me

The God Dream

I had a dream that God was real He was a wrinkled up, beaten old man I asked him, God, just what's the deal You should be fit & tough with a tan He answered with a gravely, voice of years

The old... and the bitter.

Politics. The most used words to describe, The iron shackles that bind our society. Our lives are governed by people we're not likely to ever meet,

Divided Ground

Divided Ground (6th July, 2010) United we sit, to observers visually sound; Divided we will fall on this unsteady ground. You’re rising up, loud and proud, to make a stand,

Flying

I hear your wings beat behind me, wherever I go. Sometime ago, I tried to run from you. But however far I ran, or how fast I sped, You always were there, right behind me.

"There's always tomorrow..."

I was inspired by what someone very close to me said, and I wanted to go for something different, so I came up with this

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