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The Catalyst Chapter Two -The Awakening

Meet Paul Howard, too many secrets, too much to unravel

LITTLE BRAS D'OR poem

burn, zealous sun (A simple poem, adorned in natural beauty, from a small section of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia)

Changed

Adulation and devotion Tender sentiments and respect Tears falling from my eyes The joy I feel knowing we connect Knowing that you love me as much as I love you Knowing we will be together

Deliberately Altered

I walk the city streets with a slow and confident seeming stride I sit in the coffee house and read the investments page acting as if I comprehend what they truly mean

My World Without A Comrade

Void of a positive self esteem A blank comprehension of self worth A place vacant of comfort and joy A life empty of celebration Dark would be the road I travel No purpose
Cherry

Chapter Seven: There is A Light That Never Goes Out

Kate and her Mum worry where George has disappeared to. Has he really ended it all? The pregnancy mission is temporarily suspended.

Wenceslas

What would Wenceslas the Saint think of modern day Prague and the 'exotic' careers of some young ladies?

What to do?

What to do? Everything in Motion Yet no movement Tugging, requesting, sequestering Sounds wash over Daylight bathes Nonsense pervades and Politic stands at the gate

One Day

I see emotions dripping down their eyes. Trying to cover their very own lies. I can't see the hope but the passion I feel. For love they would fight, for food they would kill.

THROUGH DADDY'S EYES poem

Life is love- tenderness from a father for his little boy.

The Goober

Are his parent’s right? Is the Goober nothing but a figment of his imagination? Or perhaps he really has eaten too much cheese…

ALICE & MATILDA VS THE ZORIOUS BAZOO: Chapter 1: The Rabbit's Nest

This is a story about how two young girls - Alice and Matilda - came to be captured by something called a Bazoo. I shouldn't be too worried though. The girls can be clever. Quite clever indeed...

Final Day - Michael Jackson tribute

** R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON ** ""58-""09

Jesus Girl, Please Beg For Mercy

Part Two of the previously submitted 'Jesus Girl, Please Forgive Me'

Shame

Past haunts with its link to the present.

The trial of Aurangzeb

How a playful act takes a tragic turn

Milkwort tureen

What scaffold or rusty apparatus! Flower stem or fey, milkwort tureen Will bent? This amber sap, amongst us Powers this human, species; unseen. What nature breathes in loving beauty?

The Weekender

“The Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you?

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