Bookcase

Uncover me put the light on and discover me before the night smothers me make your move and uncover me…

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Reel to reel

Live each dream if dream it be, breathe, imagine that it’s me who’s dreaming you, breathe. Who touches filament so fine who tastes your uncorked wine who, until the end of time dream and let your dream be mine. A wise man waits, a wise man states what’s obvious I dream oblivious to all but…

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The carousel

That moment when the lights turned red, the brake fluid gone, transmission dead and all we did was laugh. The staff of life like a shepherd’s crook reached out to hook us from a certain death. And now I swallow every breath and every breath explodes inside reminding me that one ride more may be…

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At thirty thousand feet

I never travelled to St. Ives, I met no man, no seven wives and as for pieman it’s all lies man. I saw no crooked man no crooked mile, no Red Riding Hood, no Hansel, no Gretel no gingerbread house and no sign of the wood. No big bad wolf no fat little pigs, no…

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Blossom time

So soft the rain that gently bathes my skin and underneath the darkening sky I climb the drops to enter in. A winter here, but Summer never far away. I wait for Spring to listen to the daffodils that sing and bees that hum. Yes, another Summer will surely come before the end of day…

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The swing

She being young and furious, a life explorer intrinsically curious, found time not a barrier, but a portal through which to find knowledge to carry her all the days ’til the days ran out…

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The cast

In the moonlight shining bright where the cold night holds me tight in its embrace, like a lover in my face it kisses me. I respond by shivering, goosebumps rising on my skin and the outside comes right in to comfort me. Sub divisions of a zero temperature that bring an army to the fore,…

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Spout

Gargoyles in the tapestry, outcasts that would mimic me and me in looking into me look on this scene quite quizzically and look back to that which follows me, that ministry that ministers to misers and their hoards of misery. There’s no harmony, Jerusalem’s deserted me, I am the gargoyle in the tapestry drenched in…

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Subject to change

In the time of the raptor which rises to trap me I capture a moment to rest in the place where time is congealed and the minutes are sealed into the warmth of a womb. I resurrect, hope to connect with the greater good and if god can be good and if there’s a point…

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Spectacles

Our glasses clinked as we caught our breaths and drank in each other’s eyes…

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Pick a card

Some will look and never find the kind of love that some call blind, some will find and never see the elegance of nature in her beauty dressed in colours of the sea, which one will you be?…

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The patsy

Some things will always be the things not what we think we see, honesty lies between deception and his eyes and his eyes are lined with littered tracts of promises given backed up in a waste pipe, some things stink to high heaven. To forgive is divine if forgiveness is mine to give I’d sooner…

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Unpaid tax

Let the reality bite them whilst I in spite of the ministry men who we know are all liars and cheats beat them at their own game. And the tossers on canary wharf who put curfews on the water mark should beware of the dark when notes fall due. You count your chickens, but don’t…

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Box set

Painting by numbers the sky and one wonders where cyan should be, let me see, next to the pink it would go well I would think but Prussian blue blows its nose and tell me who if anyone knows the colour of wind? Splash me a rainbow full of candy floss magic and let me…

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The pairing

Shadows run ahead of us see how they hop and skip to balance on the edge of time, I fear that they will trip. Then the day grows dull and shadows pull their coats a little tighter, the fighter in me wants to stay but the shadows fade then fade away. The evening of my…

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Buffer Zone

Poverty, food in the reclamation yard. Life’s tough, it’s hard to be full of energy when the meter is empty and all you see are the toffs who scoff at society. Poverty, cardboard caskets in the cemetery. There’s a niche between the have and the have nots, the place they throw away food and it…

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1 in 4 gradient

Up early with the spyglass on the hill to see the ships pass. The sun beams on me I sparkle like the blue sea. I love it here on the hill where everything looks clear and yet still think there’s something missing…

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Title optional

I read because I need the escapism, I filter through the prism and split, there are many lands in the multi bands of light I see and chapter three captures me. I love because I need the realism the social intercourse and interaction and again I filter through the prism and split, the opposites ends…

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Fifteen shillings to midnight

Every second locks us out from the clock that locks us in and we begin to see the crime of time, an accomplice to these thoughts of mine. The millisecond dilettante can’t change the fact that I’m being backed into the corner where the undertaker with his measure waits to stake his one and one…

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Isaacs apple

Dropping at thirty two feet per second per second the terminal velocity comes to mean quite a lot to me. If I have to hit rock bottom then I hope I’ve a long way to fall, I want time to call the bookmaker who will take a bet anti post or anti rock and will…

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