Sear shine move blue flame to blue

Sear shine
Move blue flame to blue
Waken, exult, arise
Turn on the blue to angel blue

Each dream that walks
Each step so light
Move on; let them be
Let each one be

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Secret Number Stuff

I try your phone
no ones there

I try your phone
someones there; engaged

I try your phone
lonesomes there not you

I wait for you to return my call
read Dylan Thomas

I visualise his patterns
a vocal vocabulary of pain

I drift inside the writers world
poetry is always to be thus

The telephone rings
startled I try to gain a grip on the night

I hear your happiness
forever I can tell you of Rollo May

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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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