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SUN ON THE HILL ...

I'm rarely sure Is reality really fantasy? Or is fantasy reality? Are dreams real Or simply the way We wish our life to be, ...

Where can you go when there’s nowhere to hide, when dark clouds roll, and nightmares ride, you see a path stretched  dark with dread, it calls to the fears that live in your head. It waits for you with laughing  lies, let’s you think light holds your eyes, but the blade is sharp, the aim is true, cuts away what’s  left of you ...

not mine, but true, as attended and witnessed. Pic.: my own ...

Message heard, the challenge enjoyed, occasionally comprehended In defence of the cryptic poet. It's very long, if you're interested in the subject, make another cup of tea, refill your hot-water bottle, go back to bed, and inwardly digest! Pic, no © ...

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

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 ...

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 ...

Mathematical or just neutral? Reduced to zero, spent and burnt out, finished and washed up, turned down to apathy and out of order, struck down as by lightning and annihilated more or less, demolished thorougly and even sober in addition, as if all the pitfalls weren't satisfactory enough, life is no more than nothingness, while winter paralysis spreads around and greyness seems to be the only colour in appalling universal callousness, with the advantage, though, ...

war is on truth the only casualty ...

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 © ...

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

remain, even when challenging as a textbook process Pic.: my own ...

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