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Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Choice

Why then call it weakness
If it is almost universal
Where was the fork
The road it seems
Is anything but less travelled

Before the bile
Is liberated
Before sick and sour
Soliloquy's take over

Why not call it joyful
Joyful and universal
The fork of joy
Where both roads
Became well travelled


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Monday, 3 November 2014

At Least A Billion... & One

Towards the sleep
Who knows of who you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping

I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim reaper at my back

Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first fleet-of-foot past weeping

I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become as the candlelit mourner


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Sunday, 2 November 2014

Northbound West Facing

Silhouettes to passers by
Skylines and shadows
& thoughts to wonder why


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Saturday, 1 November 2014

Compartment

Grey and silver sky
Effervescent pink
Beyond the clouds

A body of people
Where one person reads
Of a body of people

Imagine; to say goodbye, in your
Mind; as if no more
Than to place leaves on a bare tree

To think again, dwell on those two
In conversation; almost our friends
The ones we never really knew


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Friday, 31 October 2014

Character

What do I find attractive
The confident, or the confidante

A body that flows and moves with grace
Or a persona with stillness
An aura that looks down at my shoes
Then twirls its hand to say ‘futurissimo’

The Americans now seem to have less style
Perhaps because their wealth is on the wane

Black though holds its ground; the fat made to look thinner
Awkwardness turns itself into a statement 
and to be full on jet, over a red velvet cloak with fine denier mesh
Sure creates a definitive presence


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