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The Piper
There are those who’ve lived life pure as driven snow. I’ve never had a life like that; mine’s full of ebb and flow. I’ve been a lot of people; even some that were quite good. Some of them I’d best … Continue reading
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The Hoard
Fear is just a feeling, but still crippling to the soul It fans into a raging fire from just one tiny coal It doesn’t need to make much sense; it is it’s own reward Growing from a nothingness into a … Continue reading
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Mindfulness
A gentle stream of thoughtlessness is flowing through my head. No more is there that feeling “I wish that I was dead!” No more the storm and tempest, that was every other day. No more plunging in that deep, deep … Continue reading
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Musings on life
I long to hear that mournful cry; the wild bush Dingoes call. I long to feel the soft Earth’s touch beneath each sure foot fall. That warbling sound that stokes the soul, a magpies morning call. The soundless noise of … Continue reading
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Madness
Madness comes and madness goes; just like the tide, it ebbs and flows. It’s here today and gone tomorrow, With all its joys and pains and sorrow. I’m told it’s governed by Moon rise But is that truth, or is … Continue reading
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Tides
The tides of time are here you know; there’s madness in their ebb & flow The sun still shines on every morn; a bright new day at every dawn. The winds of change rampage each day and guide me in … Continue reading
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Just getting it off my chest.
“You bitch!” He said to one so sweet. Her face, a picture of defeat. “You must see that I’m one who tries; I really do!” begged tear-filled eyes. To him the joke was with his mates The sort I find … Continue reading
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Where am I?
Just yesterday my life was here; now I find it over there. It doesn’t matter where I am, I find I’m never there. Now suddenly, it’s where I am; a place I’ve never been. I find that I am standing … Continue reading
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Butterflies
Butterflies on my Sophie love, alight on her from up above. They tickle with their tiny wings, then my daughter’s laughter sings This is a thing my baby loves; butterflies, like flights of doves.
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Down The Road
As I gaze upon the vista of the place I’ve found today, I know I walked through piles of shit as I found the way. The destinations worth the journey; the vista I behold is worth a thousand pirates chests, … Continue reading
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Nature’s Beat
At times I like to wander out where the Gods still make a stand. Out in those bits they can still touch, in this once wide brown land. Those remnants that they’ve left us where we can still be free. … Continue reading
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A day on the trail
Out hiking with my Sophie, the wonder of my life. A six year old and wise child; the image of my wife. We never get to strides flow; too much to see and do and just round each corner, there’s … Continue reading
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Chester
“I am here” announces Chester “Alive I am and strong And it doesn’t matter what you think, it’s here that I belong You can organise your world, with symmetry and poise but I’ll mess up your symphony; I’ll make a … Continue reading
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Chatter
I sit, I think, I worry; the story of my life. Always something going on, always some sort of strife. My mind is always moving, it never seems to cease. It’s like I’m in a frenzy without the chance of … Continue reading
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Stacking Turtles
Turtles gone out for a roam like piggybacks to get back home. Stacked way up high into the sky, they look just like a turtle pie. So if you see them on your track remember that a turtle stack puts … Continue reading
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