Growing into drowning

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

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Medicine shows

Those who would peer into baubles and see a future that couldn’t exist, how I missed the charlatan also the kosher kebab and the kaftan. I won’t complain about the rain it might just stop a war, ha, you think, but one day it’s water we’ll all be fighting for. You never saw that in your…

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Light on the heavy duty

This mind I call my own slightly overgrown needs some tending and a bit of mending send in the crew who do what they do when they whittle away at dead wood. Speaking of Deadwood, the musical was dead good See what I mean about my mind? it functions okay but the junctions need clearing…

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Wind chimes

To a greater or lesser degree we are all captive in our own world where we make the rules and yet abide by them only when it suits us. Nothing interferes within our spheres of influence but we are influenced too easily fall into the traps so greedily and are eaten by the giants that…

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Second guessed

A digit on the digital trying to escape the inevitable everything, they say is possible I wait to be convinced. You must think on this: time travel will and happen it did hid from mere mortals by Gods. if it’s going to go it already has. These things are always this way like Thursday always…

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Saturday and rain.

Caligula like Dracula is not well thought of in certain places, but in history or myth they are a constant reminder of what we can conjure up. the human psyche that part which is you and me is capable of anything. Dark demonic possession as a form of self expression is something we have to…

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The Sisyphus thing

I counted them up to seventeen thousand four hundred and fifty two then the tide came in and when it went out I set about counting the grains again. This is my punishment a pointless task you might as well ask me to count all the colours that I cannot see…

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Tension bars

Not trying to get out just trying to blot out but I can’t, singing Hare Krishna, I may as well just wish you a good night Hidden in the folds of time are seams of dreams and some are mine so I’m not trying to get out only trying to blot out to get in…

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zero times zero

  I’m too many me’s they’re buzzin’ like bees I think I am man and then I’m a God that parted the seas   just wanna be me why can’t you see? if I was me then I would be a non entity…

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