My Warrior Princess

Inspired by a news story, very sad.

An angry, pounding selection of treats

Anxiety is rich, and spent; ‘a context’ to itself - a ghost arch - full, greasy mirror light of an arcade - no glum phrasing – founded on an angry pounding selection of the treats.

Liverpool Street Wastelines

Money? I'm decimated mate! Platform 17 for the 18.22 Express to Gidea Park Good night, good night! We've got to negotiate this, That and the other. We'll be lucky if we can reign

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 4 - I Don't Like Crowds.

My next memory is of being in a large room with a stage at one end and high windows and ceiling. On the stage was the woman.

Was That You Margaret?

A poem relating to AFTER MADNESS

OCEAN

Waves break on a sandy shore In a ceaseless seasaw motion, In & out, and in & out A heartbeat in the ocean. The sea looks kind and gentle Lapping gently on the beach,

FORESTS

Do you see the mighty forests With their sense of ages past? Of all who've shared their presence Are we to be the last? Man cuts down the forests Not always with just cause

THROUGH DARKENED WOODS

Through darkened woods two children roam Lost & scared & far from home Night encroaches, fears abound Senses tuned to every sound. What horror stalks them 'neath the trees?

Annual Asylum

Festive Bastille Blood line strangers Contrived Celebrations Sense the danger Relative inmates Climbing the walls Arguments a plenty Impending wars Black hole of insanity

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