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Thursday, 15 September 2016

Upside

Defeated man
Broken man
Angry man

Man
With coffee in his hands
And cake on the table

Disheartened man
Saddened man
Action man

Man
With pen in hand
About to write the fabula


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Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Streams and Vapours

There is poison in this life, I myself have written out a few prescriptions; there is also love in this life, and I myself have cashed in a few inclusive inscriptions

And for all that poisonous beauty, of spoilt love, there is ever more of the call of lust for all to fall back upon

I head down into the implicitly pink morning mist of the valley below

There is a warm certainty about letting oneself become lost, in the vagueness of what I take to be the last rites, of loves poisonous raptures


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Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Redirection

After my meditation:

I contemplate how to prevent the rain entering through my poorly thatched roof

For I was uncertain about the essential
And the inessential thoughts

Should we make love
Is it too late already
Is that really a word
That inessential

For certain I was unsure, quite unsure
About giving up, on the passions

Your thoughtful disturbances
Being one such immersion
I had no desire whatsoever
To ever emerge from

Afterwards I ponder:

You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why do you make me knock?


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Monday, 12 September 2016

Cross To Bear

Over that hilltop
Big open sky
Church spire
Wind turbines
In the distance

Around that corner
On higher ground
Television mast
Wind turbines
Close behind

Higher ground and open skies
Resonant frequencies of love

Over that
Higher ground
Around that
Big open sky

Church spire, and television mast
Wind turbines; near and far


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Sunday, 11 September 2016

Driven Discussions

A singular failure, at persuasion
My own intransigence easily boarded out
By those yet more intransigent

Our joint and culpable lack of flexibility
Observed by onlookers, with knowing smiles

The records will show no records were taken
No dissent shown
No attribution made to one-direction thinking

Twice in one week I will move on
Disappointed

I have had disappointments before
They will of course arise again
Que sera sera, my love


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