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The elements of life

Is the pupose of this passage, just to cross the stream of life? To place one foot before the other and to deal with any strife?

Maya

Paranoia

Am i feeding some scheme to disenchant? a be-wicked way to exploit. Buy in and i'll tell you what's what, I am listening to the people, We sell all and buy more.

Dichotomy

Balance in all things a catch to end all new beginnings change in time A lucky fresh start meandered past i recognised the taste forced upon me a gain

Prayer

Love us tonight, the one's that don't understand. That scent i gain, is it just for me? Those pretty things they helped me along, do they get to see me make more?

Touch

I don't know why she loves me, her pedestal so suberbly crafted by others and me grows taller with time. We touch in my life, she grows i fill. Many footsteps she carries, just

My love

A quick thing, seen quickly choosing shoes my attraction for your eyes, you face, and i see a beloved spirit surrounded by friends, we do not speak.

Communication

Is my knowledge helpful? it freed at first, a random hand of cards suddenly read fairly blooms. Apt proposal turns weak, the dagger offered turns inward, else turns home.

One beginning

When did i call you? Was it a voiceless cradle that made my voice louder? Every syllable hints with unseen frequency, a message strains to be heard. When together my words collude,

Imagine how lucky you are

It's something i never saw this love, not in all the books, the music beats with it. The second chances we never knew, windows tight shut were the cause, where was the reason.

Pizza Question Mark

It was another early start. Bleary eyed and yawning we sat on the bus in our normal seat at the front. It was still cold at this time of the morning in New Zealand.

A Nuclear Family

There’s violence lurking in the breakfast things. Forced to feed in the company of strangers - no-one fits their mug-shots yet - sore bears kicked from slumber snarl

Slapstick

The men stood either side of each other, thick gloves clutching four corners of thin air. It seemed strange that nothing could be such a weighty matter,

Reunion

And even now, after so many years, so many coats of institutional whitewash, the corridors still smell of rage. The last thing I remember; running like hell on the last day, trailing

The Fibber

He told me how he lay awake at night to catch shooting stars on his tongue, and washed by waiting till it rained. How once he’d taught a hen to tell the truth, then faked the eggs

The Boy Who Thought He Could

Mother licked and slicked his hair back, then in a voice that dripped sugar sent him out to pick blackberries, to get him out from under her feet. He skirted the cliff, his arms flapped

In The Clouds

It is mid-afternoon, the time I set aside to write. Outside the winter dawdles, snow-packed clouds are holding back. It should be snowing. I should be writing. The pen hangs,
Cherry

Hello Sailor

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The Woods

The winter woods You already knew Were new to us Again you had the edge On me, the calm Of secret knowledge Settled like cupped water In your palm I know wood and water

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