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StoryPoliticians do you listen? Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe purpose of mankind? Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryTake in the forms of nature Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe hour glass Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe secret's in the packing Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryRupert Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe New Year Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryPast lives Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryIs your muse heading home? Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryIs there colour in the darkness? Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryGremlins Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryIt's the handle on your door Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryI have a little secret Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryIs there a point? Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryFrustration Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryFloating cars across the Midlands Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryDeep rivers of discomfort Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryFools and love Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryEternity Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
StoryFine line Pure-zen011 years 7 months ago
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StoryAffinity Andrew G Bailey316 years 10 months ago
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Forum topicInspiration Point tcook617 years 11 months ago
Forum topicpure zen ivoryfishbone617 years 11 months ago

My stories

The cloak of many colours

All the hiding and excuses are now fading in the mist. As the path it clears before you and you pursue your souls deep wish.

Words as the source of footprints

So, the author as he writes, his words upon the page. Is like an alchemist at work when his readers do engage.

Politicians do you listen?

Dark clouds are on the increase, explosions rent the air. Is there a mood for more destruction?
Is there anybody there? Who considers what will happen, if we go to war again?

The purpose of mankind?

As you look within this cobweb of energy and light. You can see the cosmos turning within this wonderous sight.

Take in the forms of nature

It’s the physical bombardment that is wearing to the core. The constant chatter on the cellphone, the white noise I just abhor.

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