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Lost Chances
that once waited, and remained unrealised. (Plus new version) Pic.: my own ...

The Year
The four lady seasons Spring is like a virgin clad in purity and whiteness with her blonde hair loose all shining in the sunlight in free length of generosity just waiting to embrace you and to cover you in love; while summer is a bride of sumptuousness and joy with garlands in her hair enjoying feasting all the time with whirling banquets non-stop without any end or limit to her splendid health and happiness. When ...

A piece of furniture
It is a table with me for several years, my grandparents brought it home, they died long ago, I learned to read, write, lean, stand, eat on it, it had also gone places, with me, saw its stiffness, its strength slowly turning into softness, the apron, the legs, the stretcher, yet it hadn't lost its shine by being what it is, I see the wounds 'I love you', 'I hate you' written on its top with the ...

war is on
war is on truth the only casualty ...

Meredith’s Sweet-Aired Eden
An October day 2004 after purchasing George Meredith's Selected Poems 1898, fishing by the house where he lived, perhaps at the spot where he wrote them! Pic.: of River Mole, Box Hill, no © ...

madness
deliberate thinking the only skill worth learning the rest is insanity ...

Of Monastries, Moths, and Monoliths
Unwillingly admitted to the NHS Bombyx Service Home and Hospice Trust Unable to afford homestay costs. Pic.: no © ...

Inconsequence
commonest braking mechanism in the psyche preventing healing. Pic.: no © Bequeathed fear or sadness, the lifelong child, wretchedly miserable, clutches Heaven’s railings; denying them peace outweighs the cure. Goth:2008 ...

Inspiration
has its seasons too. Pic.: my own ...

Dual Regeneration
internally essential, externally potential! An interesting insight into, and take on, 120 year old, unproven deductive logic. Pic: no © ...

decay
the incandescent eyes that radiated warmth and love, turned into stone, the ears that heard the chirps in the trees, the movement of the waves and the breeze turned deaf, all the organs failed to mellow with the flow; the apricity of the sun, the ardour of the moon, the smiling silver stars suddenly became invisible, wars became more palpable, more real than anything else in the world, everything around turned meaningless, bitter in pursuit ...

A description of love
The indescribability is limitless and none can be too much or too extreme, since love is all about extremes of fascination, feelings, beauty and fixation, there being nothing like it, no drug, no mania, no intoxication, since it's only natural, a natural endowment common to us all, which it is our human duty to use well onesidedly constructively, for nothing will backfire more easily, the consequences of which always are disastrous. Love indeed, but please ...

The adulator
How could I ever tire of you, my only everlasting love? Once you get to know of beauty you shall never tire of it but remain a doting adulator, lost forever in apprenticeship, admiring senselessly completely void of any criticism, and you want nothing better than to just go on like that forever. So don't even nourish that suspicion! I am yours, and there is nothing anyone could do about it, least of all myself, ...