Monthly Archives: January 2013

It’s surprising really

It’s surprising really, how many tears can be shed, as if, the oceans feed into my heart and through my eyes, in an endless, constant, salted washing. It’s surprising really, how, when we cry, it comes of its own volition; … Continue reading

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A mother’s heart

The heart holds on forever, though distance intervenes, of mind or the material; of all that comes between. A mother’s heart is constant, the bond in blood long-drawn, and endless silent moments, before the child is born. There can be … Continue reading

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Sometimes love is not enough

Sometimes love is not enough to keep me in your life, and yet it must be all and more, to help me stand aside. No matter how the heart does hold, and years have firmed the bond, there can be … Continue reading

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  Trying to find some sanity in the evolution versus creation debate On the basis that the internet tends to provide extremist positions on any issue because ‘those who care the most post the most sites to defend their position’ … Continue reading

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Before and After

    Within the moment grasping, time held proffered hand, to Then in shadowed grieving; creation brought to plan. In cosmic co-creation, it all revolved through mind, before and after wedded; their fate so clear defined. The seed in settled … Continue reading

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013 It’s a Bitch There are those very moments, when life is so unfair, when others don’t appreciate; nor even truly care. We want to be successful, we want acknowledgement, but cleverness won’t make it so; and … Continue reading

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The creep of unknown feeling

The creep of unknown feeling, the drift of hidden fears, the wondered thoughts appealing still dog through unshed tears. In morning’s stark awakening, they stand beside the bed, and guard the hopes of yesterday; reveal what is unsaid.  I watch … Continue reading

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The days demanded homage   The days demanded homage written large, in scripted turn of phrase and worded play, time took the moments as they gathered pace, and told their story with synaptic grace. The pages were unfolded one by … Continue reading

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Life et Mort

Car c’est seulement dans les dernières heures La vie peut être portée à la naissance, Et c’est seulement dans la mise en avant La mort peut révéler sa source. For only in the dying hours Can life be brought to … Continue reading

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Beware the art of love

Will bone beware the art of love, in filaments of charge, which call in sticky pearls of dream; as air knocks light as art? When skin and heart are tantalised, the body gathers mind, and crawls into the lover’s cell; … Continue reading

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