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StoryPoliticians do you listen? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe purpose of mankind? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryTake in the forms of nature Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe hour glass Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe secret's in the packing Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryRupert Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe New Year Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryPast lives Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs your muse heading home? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there colour in the darkness? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryGremlins Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIt's the handle on your door Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryI have a little secret Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there a point? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFrustration Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFloating cars across the Midlands Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep rivers of discomfort Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
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StoryEternity Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFine line Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
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My stories

It's the handle on your door

Once your journey it has started, let your eyes their beauty shine. For their light brings hope and purpose and a joy that’s beyond time.

I have a little secret

But I feel the words approaching from a place that’s far away. As if they’re marching on a journey and they’re going to have their say.

Rupert

There’s a purpose to this venture, to inform and to uplift. I never managed in my lifetime, to share my poets gift.

Is there a point?

In truth your words are travelers between your world and mine. They’re neither gifts. nor servants they’re on loan from the Divine.

The New Year

There are lines within creation sometimes shining, sometimes dim. That connect us all to heaven and point to the truth within.

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