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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 © ...
Temporary Signal Failure
Train spotter nearly side-tracked into getting a life! Pic: of Sydenham Hill Station, my own ...
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 ...
Two Mugs And A Smile.
A mug left sitting idle upon the table, crayons no longer jostle by its side. Its brother looks on from a bookshelf, forgotten by the once cradling fingers. I smile and hold close the sudden reassurance, the normality caught within the simple collecting of two forgotten mugs ...
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, ...
The War-Torn Child
seeks strength and solace from complacent, honest Nature. Pic.: war-film frame from blitz ...
Florence Revisited
one hot summer night! Pic.: is of Tuscany ...
Fatality.., Black Dogs Guard.., When Loving’s…
Three poems on mental health issues - conjecture with some statistical validity ...
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Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...
questions
why did you walk out on the pond I see no one who could understand a word of what I say when did you walk over the sweetness, it was slow the absence wasn’t felt until it became absolute how could you desert a place such as this you cruel friend the dew appears like a mirage what’s on your mind, where are you now I wonder maybe turning other lakes into deserts? wars, judgements, ...
