Homage to Shane.

I wrote this before he left us, personally I’m still devastated. He was more than a song writer, like Bob Dylan he was a poet too, a man of words, one of the greatest. I’ve never understood the self destructive way of irelands greats. But I think Fairytale of New York will still be played decades from now. RIP Shane […]

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My unknown cousin

As a revelation from above you suddenly appear as some kind of godsend in the substitution of all dear ones that I lost, as by some kind of universal law that losses never can be suffered without karmic compensations in one way or another. Even you, they say, have suffered hardships, and we might thereby find in each other some […]

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Baggage Removal

Moving away drags it all out!  – pic, no ©   Musing over rogue thoughts floating free in the brain while travelling fast forwards backwards has a cleansing effect that’s strangely pleasing As panoramic scenery rapidly recedes thoughts become sucked into the narrowing narrative till they disappear from view For purging the mind of delinquent ideas that have broken loose from character and plot […]

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Dumbfounded awesomeness

How often does it happen that you suddenly are served with the existence of an unknown cousin who proves more than like a friend but even like a twin and sister? Once in your life at most, and there could hardly be a moment more fantastic, precious, sweet and priceless than a union of such kind of souls of the […]

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Falling

What is it that keeps dropping, Falling away from its source? The original fabric looser, less complete, Yet vivid, original, distinct, Thinned to transparency except In the tumult of falling Straight to the bottom under gravity’s rule: Conditions that are set, evolved to, Some fools name progress As if the vast mechanics of space Lent an ear to suffering or […]

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I believe I can live

As long as I can breathe I’d want to live I believe I can live A thought that gives me reprieve Doing the chores  Studying more as I mature  Painting life under a tree Writing a requiem, a poem  Amid camaraderie Or in the middle of animosity I’d perform live wherever life is, Maybe at ease or with unease This […]

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thoughts in passing

we may not have a future we have a past you run for the days ahead we break on the lines read oh candlelight I saved you from the wind, and you are burning my fingers  rivers perpetually thirsty to meet the seas waters die, come back with renewed energy fire in the wood butter in the milk water in […]

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Law of energy
Picked

Like the law of gravity there’s this law of energy, the former is visible the latter we cannot see both are infallible; the gift of forgiveness energizes, liberates the giver the receiver at times, unaware; to use high-energy words from dawn to dusk is the most sincere task to change our world; gratitude, acceptance to top the list complain, intolerance […]

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Coming Of Age

is always the last stage for those who remain   My muse, now you’re no more than a beautiful presence freed from all pain and anguish will your possession of me observing in ethereal silence help me find my way? What was lost that day if not love’s immortal elixir sensuality’s precious vitality? You know I’m aware, your nature ever young, […]

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the flute and the piano

the wind was the flute the rain was the piano both sincere to their roots yet light as a rainbow your flute had a song in it my piano had mine for days they’d tune in with the mountains, with the brooks, with the dunes flowers would fall in love with the bees the sky with the earth birds would […]

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