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Let’s Awaken The Dead

If we are to awakenthe dead in spiritthe bruised and numbedthe broken in mindthe quenched of hopeand the dashed of dreams….How many more books will be written?How many new songs will be composed?How many more works of art will be... Continue Reading →

Outside My Window

the tv has been cruel to me lately, with more and more bad news about the countless souls who have departed in droves in torrents leaving behind a deluge of grief and sorrow Pushing the living into an abyss of... Continue Reading →

Silent Conversations

  What thoughts must run through the minds of grave-diggers and under-takers as exhaustion leeches from their bones ...as grief fills the air What conversation can be had between the living and the dead as graveyards fill and eyes fill... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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