Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Busy

Too little too late, Helpless to stem the flow That begins to frustrate Until I learn to let go Of that state. Too much for too few, Tasks have started to pile up In a disorderly queue Yet I refuse to give my smile up And I think of you. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Murderer

I murdered my lodger today; He hadn't offered any rent And some things you have to pay So I left him, his body bent In directions nature never planned, In a heap outside the house. There's no outcry, you understand, After all he's just a mouse. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Blue

I am in ecstasies of blue, A world of cobalt delight, Bathed in that azure hue Tinted with a golden light: After so many days of rain The clouds have parted for a while And the sun shines again. In raptures, I smile. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Together

They were not two halves of a whole Nor were they pre-ordained by fate, Two bodies with one soul Or born to that estate They were two people who decide That there is nowhere they would rather be Than walking forwards side by side Together, happy, free. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Tory Song

I'm a captain of industry, a man of distinction, Making the wheels of commerce turn I drive human rights to the verge of extinction: You get nothing that you don't earn. I'm a prince among bankers, a pillar of the community, There's nothing that can't be bought and sold, I'll trade in all your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 15, 2012

Ideologies

"Look out for yourself" Capitalism cried "Let your just rewards become a source of pride And, if you think about them, just you never mind About the broken and the beaten brothers left behind. For every winner there's a loser and better them than you So don't let them concern you, you have better... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Escape

He was looking for a laugh, A chuckle led escape From a world turned grey As grim Autumn arrived. He was looking for a path, A way that he could shape A brighter aspect for his day And be happier to be alive. In searching for the way to go Where life could be alright He found that he had to grow To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Born To Run

He was born to run, Pounding out a happy beat As he'd hurtle through the morning dew Joy blazing from eyes Brighter than the rising sun. The rumble of his eager feet Beats a climatic tattoo As I watch the slow sun rise Until he passes in a flash of fun: A springer spaniel, born to run. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Reader

Give me a cubby or nook Out of the wind, out of the way, With hot food and a book And you will lose me for the day As I travel another land Beating my imagined foes With my non-existent band, If that's how the story goes. I may be curled up in my chair, Sheltered from the wind and rain, But that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 8, 2012

Glass

He wanted to be stained glass; That soft fusion of love and art That allows all the light to pass But tints it with shades of the heart To create a bright masterpiece Where else the light might pass unseen And bring a wondrous release Where might numbness have been. He wanted to be as stained glass... Sign in to see full entry.

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