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It's you
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB
They are going to bend minds-
they’ve thought of all kinds of things that we have never seen,
they will sustain environments and grow fruit in arid deserts
they will go to great and unseen efforts to save the planet,
they’ll shape this world into the word FRIEND.
Starvation will end and they will study the moon
and its correlation to the womb and will study women from cradle...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 10:31 am
Merle Gibson: Rose from the Dead
When Merle died it was a sorry affair.
After hating us all her life
she wanted to be close with us in the end.
Lol, who had always seen the good in her
brought her back to life briefly on the last day,
which had shown how much he meant to her I suppose.
But cats are only meant to last a certain amount of time-
less than what should be a life time,
more than some marr...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:31 am
'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'
Remember last night's tea
when you brought your girlfriend,
and you brought your friend?
And the dog was excited
because he loves it when you are all here
because I am so happy
and I'm like- superwomb?
And I got food delivered
and you were all relieved
because it can be touch and go
with my cooking
and there was loads to go around
and Dad didn't ...
Wednesday 19th November 2014 3:44 pm
If you knew all the things that would happen in your life, you would not be able to live, so it is just a good job you don't know
Everything forgiven’s forgot
Peace made way to war again
Boundaries and manners were lost
Dignity was dug into a dirge
Pride slurped from a baby cup-
Oh let’s not talk in sombre wilting
Of how a mind was skewed and tilting
The only saving grace to be
That hindsight wasn’t paid to me
As- if I’d known how you would leave
I’d never give my heart to grieve
And I’d’ve s...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 9:46 pm
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