Don’t fall on me darkness. I want not your cloak today. Let the sun shine without your shadow hanging on the dawn. Morning brings an…
Comments closedDon’t fall on me darkness. I want not your cloak today. Let the sun shine without your shadow hanging on the dawn. Morning brings an…
Comments closedWalking around the words “where are you?” from the circle of my heart, growing wider, as a ripple, gentler in the outer part. Soon, without…
Comments closedIn hidden woodland, forsaken, deep in untrod ground, an old briar pipe … cannabis growing from its bowl, harvesting not ripe. Beside it, half buried…
Comments closedI’ll take you and the music, honey, I’ll take you and the sky. I’ll take you on a round trip, honey. I’ll take you by…
Comments closedSleep, sleep in divine sleep, dream where the wishing moon drifts and clothes the clouds with silver. Drift, drift in heavens wondrous night, whilst on…
Comments closedWhen she felt the hell based beat, the deepest note to touch her feet, and danced the devil in her mind when music joined her…
Comments closedI am losing words day by day. Soon, I shall be speechless. Can’t find the sounds that make me heard, or let me scribe the…
Comments closedDoves among the roses in the silent autumn sun, carry gentle messages to dusk from day begun. Late petals, pink, and falling, float gently to…
Comments closedWatch yourself new soldier your rifle o’er your back, never slacken vigilance, we’re very near attack. The shadow of your mother walks with you step…
Comments closedI offer you an orange, a globe of sun, to sustain you through the noonday heat. Savour its perfume and eat its flesh given to…
Comments closedTwo days of stark on a wide, wide sea. Into bleak horizons the ship sailed free. Through day filled nights and flightless skies of lonliness…
Comments closedLucy, dear aunt, where do you lay? Your death has stolen my childhood away . . . hid under the earth where wild rabbits play.…
Comments closedDistance stretches to the horizon. Over the edge is the distance down. I am over, falling slow as a feather. My past passes me, painfully.…
Comments closedI would care to meet you man of the low sky, who catches the winds voice in his hands and steals the colours from the…
Comments closedHow cautious is the wind when it carries outspoken sounds across the vast plains of my thought? Your debris of the day blasts me full…
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