Time is Moving
Time is moving, Time is living, Time is a wonderful inorganic Structure, breathing throughout An invisible kaleidoscope of Multi-coloured images, as we Travel across the transparent
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She Ran
She ran Far away Into a wooded grove to pound upon stone She has run. The monks have not gathered in the grove yet to chant gregorian lullabies. "what is done is not done."
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The Coming of Age. December Part 1.
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Lego
An endless night, Boredom sets in. No book to read, there is a need. The lego sits there, Boxed and taped. Child’s eyes expectant, Hoping and patient. A rush of blood,
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A Gambler Born and Bred 19
As usual, I came to terms with the horrible truth after the event, and, at a snail’s pace, began to understand what we had done when it was all too late.
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Son of a Bitch
SON OF A BITCH
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Dancing Brings Freedom
DANCING BRINGS FREEDOM
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Afternoon love song
Leave your politics, leave your pen, Leave your income tax return, Leave your ink and fax and turn - We're off to the hollows and hills. Hollows and hills, hollows and hills.
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The Guinea Thief - Chapter 14 Trial and Tribulation (Part One)
I have jumped a bit forward here, apologies for those who might be following the story. The gaps will be filled in soon.
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Walking in wild wheat
under blue skies you walk barefoot through whistling wheat gold moments to wandering feet carressing quench of long stemmed pale green grasses grown from small seeds to tall towers
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