She Is Everything To Me
Everyone needs to have the hope that we can be loved . I have found that hope and she is everything to me .
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Trompe L'Oeil
When I saw him, the night before, he looked his usual size.
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An Ode to Dowding's Men
(those who served in the air-force during The Battle of Britain) Defending a great but desperate society, they took to deadly skies Led by strategical visionaries,
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The dying flame you might expire
Lord; you can extract the salt Out of the sea; But how lord do you decree? Too take the briny-sea out the salt. Lord; you can smudge a cloud Out of the skies;
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Never ever
I have never ever felt this way before, never missed anyone the moment they step out the door, never lost sleep thinking about anyone, and never has anyone made my heart leap,
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Leave my ears alone!
I always tuck my ears under my scarf, then under my hat, then into my helmet. I was told my brain was between my ears, to take in what was shouted at me, that
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A Living Room
The room where sunlight streamed and made me squint In 'Fifty-Four - the curtains not yet up - Grey Marley tiles, and fireplace mottled brown, Chairs, sideboard, table - all Utility -
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"Say No to Drugs"
A little late I know, regret some seeds I sowed Today, knowing the highs and the lows, (plenty of "lows") I've no use for pride and I repeat the mantra I don't mean ALL mind-alterers
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An Insomniac's Dawn
The hands of the clock wave stiffly through the small hours; a lengthy, bitter goodbye. I sit in four-cornered dark, so awake yet wrapped in a shroud that slowly slips from black to grey.
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Alive In Dreamland
A song I wrote about the strange goings on in my dreams
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