Narrative

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The Deceit

The Deceit

The Deceit
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The scene has played in my head all day
The videos prepared me well...

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Double Life

Double Life

When double life's collide
Then, you have to preside.
When you have to choose
Whats...

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Body, Mind, And Spirit...

Body, Mind, And Spirit Triage Co-Opted

Viral microbes didst relish
meaty morsel feast
hyperbole (included greased
for...

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Deep blue

Deep blue

The waves that took you from me are the deepest blue.
The deep blue that mirrors my tears.
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Way up high in the cloudy...

Way up high in the cloudy sky ❤️

I know why you are grimacing
It wasn’t something that I said
I did tuck you in tightly when...

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THE GOALS OF A HOMELESS MAN

The homeless man in my city has set new goals
To wear new clothes that are not full of holes...

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My Tingling Sensations

My Tingling Sensations

Silvery sheens sparkling in the briny sea
Ebbing & flowing your rippled waves from thee
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“I’m gonna get it cut!!!”

“I’m gonna get it cut!!!”

“Mam you can shake you head all you like & tut, tut, tut
but I am going to the hair salon...

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Song Oblivion ?

Song Oblivion ?

Musical thinking amidst my befuddled brain
Lyrics & melodies over & over again
Tunes...

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“SPIT YOUR DUMMY OUT”

“SPIT YOUR DUMMY OUT”

Brexit has bamboozed us for far too long
We are fed-up with the Bigwigs not getting on
Each...

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Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss

Our seasons spiral
The spinning wheels of destiny
rolling thru the calendar of life
A...

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NOT A NICE MAN

You're a fraud, a phoney and a fake
Always on the lookout for what you can take
Buy it for a...

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Vibration

Vibration
We are all involved in vibration.
The darkest day
Is made with light
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It hurts

I’m slowly breaking
I want you to be happy
And I want to be happy too
But you don’t...

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The chapel well

The chapel well

There was a cubby hole under the stone stairs
Within the old chapel
Where the Priest said...

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WILL THE BUS STOP?

The bus doesn't stop here anymore
There is a timetable so I can't be sure
Should I wait or...

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‘By hook or by crook’

‘By hook or by crook’

I delight in all I choose to read
Whilst I nourish my soul I overfeed
Visualising from...