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Throne of Lies

You sit on your throne surrounded by admirers who hang onto every droplet of spit from your mouth .....unaware of the poison in them They drink greedily -as you slowly kill them with your lies They die bowing to you... Continue Reading →

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The Blind Man

Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees? Where does he go when dark clouds above occupy his mind? -and concrete seals off the sky? What is he meant to do when the world is one shade... Continue Reading →

Just in Time

I'm having a go at writing narrative poetry for a personal project. This is one of the chapters. I'm unsure of the rules- and this is how it's emerging. Despite it being a true story, I welcome all feedback- good... Continue Reading →

The ‘Now’

Step after step as I walk on the earth Hard, soft, wet or dry It's still the same and I can't fathom that one day I'll return to it I banish the thought and focus on the sun's warmth and... Continue Reading →

Words – Unsaid

The things I never said to you whilst in the flesh you can now hear loud and clear with every beat of my heart That my voice was drowned out in the cacophony of the universe is of little import... Continue Reading →

The Stalker

Mortality stalks me like a doe in the forest searching for 'mother' A flash - a glance not quite there- but there hidden among the trees When I move- it moves mirroring my steps so near - so far edging... Continue Reading →

For My Ears Only

“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead” ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in  Songs of Unreason   Never your voice in my head but your whispering in my spirit Never a thesaurus to decipher the rustle of... Continue Reading →

The Final Chapter

When all's said and done every book ends from where's its begun Some pages take flight buoyed by pure delight Others lie decrepit sorrow-soiled as concrete Many flutter with life's curiosity and wonder But all must come together for the finale... Continue Reading →

The Makeover

“Her nights are full of the red teeth of death” from Life / Dead Man’s Float   In pulpal chambers filled with pain and anger Death rages in agony -of which she finds funny “I’ll trade you,”she says “3 root... Continue Reading →

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