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Tiptoe Top

This week I walk amongst dry grasses, along the river bed. There is a new light coming. Blossom is emerging and there I see them. The mountains never fail you. They speak with soft tones.…

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Blooming Blossom

I bloody love this time of year, and if I was thinking about a trip to Spain this would, without any doubt be the time. Forget sun drenched beaches and sunburnt bodies in scorching heat.…

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Moontox. Poem.

Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping blindly in the…

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My Promise – Poem

My promise. Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt…

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imagine

Here in my imaginative place, i hear birds bleating good wishes, friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune. here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease. religion or…

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Poem – Circle of want

The circle of want has bent on the side, The people cling on and are trying to hide, Their need is a force and now justification, to sway us from reason and clarification. The rules…