I found a bit more of the dropped stuff

I laugh on my own
but I am not alone

I laugh on my own, but I am not alone
No you are here you do not disappear
Is this the same for lovers in grief
The disbelief
Shown by friends and family
Who do not, will not understand
You have not gone
Not away
Just to another peaceful place
Where I join you
Everyday, in my own gentle way

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Last of the dropped stuff

Recollecting past emotive feelings

How could I have conceit to deceive myself
How can I a man
Imagine how a woman would feel
Not made of steel, not mechanistic
An individual
With one's own thoughts and feelings

How could I have deceit to conceive myself
That I a man
Cannot imagine a woman
Should steal herself not to feel
The receipt of a flower
With a smile


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more of the dropped stuff

I stare at the blank piece of paper
My thoughts all over the place
At work, at play, at rest
Melancholy could be allowed to enter
Saturday night in bed by ten all alone long way from home
But more than this would be needed for the basis of despair

Imagine one gene from where their is energy
Imagine more than one, a cellarfull of cells
Where is energy
Meditation calms, relaxes, releases minds energy
Where is energy
Lucozade gives glucose gives body energy
Where is energy
Alcohol stimulates, inebriates, eventually suffocates energy
Where
Nicotine infiltrates to create headache energy
Why
Passion rouses bodies warm fluids flow in a flood a burst of energy
Wow

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More dropped stuff

And so we go our own way
A path not trod before
Each bracken broke
A breaking new

We know this way to be our own way
Our own not known before
Each thought awoke
A thinking new

With light and might we walk our own way
Stealth of stride alone no more
Each slice of slight
Incite light new

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Dropped

that same old inconsistency
always the same
old inconsistency
continues always
along that same old
road to incredulity
segregated - why
you like to write
egress outward
like to words
release unleash
forgotten depths


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