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the 'Valley of Vision' - the plains of derision
has caught my eye - ripping out my bossom
lay captive my heart - tethering claws
captured my wandering mind - releasing nether the vagabond

your cup sends me reeling - tumbling venom-drenched
a haughty tower trembling - quivering in the night cold
never again to be rebuilt - ever awash on the shore

two men once hung from a tree - condemnation rife
the one cursed his life upon himself - excluded realities
the other condemned eternally - for him accursed vindication

Wondering within this dream
randomly with no direction
the larger part of life wasted
with work
worry
waiting
wondering
when does it get better ?
if ever
even the brightest spots
love and family
have their problems

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A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU

Very Nice
The three poems
You will read today
Are the ones
I wrote two years ago
When none read me
Over here
So it makes a difference
In as I always say
What’s in a name?

My dog doesn’t smell very sweet
His breath reeks of cabbage and meat
I’ve had quite enough
Cos he’s rolled in some stuff
And it’s matted all over his feet.

His fur is ridden with ticks
He froths at the mouth when he licks
Ah! What the heck
He’s a physical wreck
And he aint very good with the chicks.

He slobbers all over my clothes
And pong's from his head to his toes
He’s making me barf
So I’ll give him a bath
Washing him down with a hose.

No dog suffered in the making of this poem.

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You had never a grown-up been
but all the world entirely seen
the great capacity of your mind
in a few poems you left behind

without a word, no clue foreseen
half-year before you turned eighteen
surrendered to the daily grind
no joy sun's rise or set did find

none of us that here remain
your secret heart we'd never gain
throughout the years that we have tried
countless tears we cannot hide

Someone has left you there all alone
doesn’t even bother to pick up the phone.
No more cosy evenings in any more
and no one to welcome you at your door.
But you can find a way to get through
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.

It’s hard to face the future with a broken heart
but you’ll move on when you’re ready to start.
Life will slowly get better, as time goes by
and you can get through this, you just have to try
You can find love again, you know that it’s true
so don’t let love’s candle burn out on you.

Breathe and liquefy,
lay aside your pain.
Beauty emerges.

lethargy, inertia, apathy
Blood red vision.
Inhale.

The world vibrates.
Thoughts throb and agitate.
Creativity is my addiction.

inhale and the old world goes away.

FADED BLUE JEANS (UNION JACK MAIDEN)

Union Jack Maiden,
Have your jeans now started fadin',
Are they fadin'?
Colors and hues:
Are they still the same old blues-
Are those jadin'?
Does your heart feel just the same-
Are we playin' the same game-
Are we playin'?

I see myself as water
Clear and formless.
truly, more like the earth
Trampled an down trodden
With the yoke of past miseries

listening intently
To find my way through
To hear the peaceful quiet
Of the vast universe
But all that is heard is the lingering past

having traversed
Through the pits of desperations
The darkness in the emptiness
Which blinds me
To what is my reality

stub of dream
auxilliary sub beat
flashs of bright true image
I can hear the creak
like light on that shutter blade
as it flicks the scene

this drone of now
submersed in fluid
ease
the face says
this
the body says there

and the soul hurls
against the wretched
flight in exstacy
this burning wish
flaring like a strobe

and all dark angles
jutting
sharp as a blade
on velvet