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The Silhouette

The Silhouette

If eyes fall on this silhouette,
the brain above them boils.
It is an angelic vision.
...

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Happy Birthday, Mom - Part XI

Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on...

Happy Birthday, Mom - Part XI

You were born on August the 2nd of 1948.
Your death was sad and hard to contemplate.
Today...

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WHEN I ARRIVED . . . . ....

WHEN  I  ARRIVED  . . . . . . .

There was nothing, only some tall green leafy trees,
moonlight from two moons cast shadows from...

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Poem -

Moonlight

Moonlight

When I gaze into the sky all I see is you,
all I can hear and feel is you,
my beloved...

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These Words Have Nothing to...

but lots of other things ..

Although you
may yet
turn, or indeed,
still run
away and try
to hide...

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Colour Blind.

Life.
Is not all.
Black.
And.
White.
There.
Is always.
A...

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BOY TO MAN

It's only a short trip so enjoy it while you can
One moment a boy and very quickly a man
The...

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THE ARTIST'S WORDS

THE ARTIST'S WORDS

Through the mind to the brush dipped on palette...

A story in color not a word spoken...

So...

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Quantum Vibrations

Quantum Vibrations

Quantum
vibrations.
Information,
energy
transfer.
Encoded.
All...

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NO ROOM

NO ROOM

Out of Room in a year...

You couldn't house this own Country's homeless and Veterans...

Yet...

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He loves me not

He loves me not

He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me knot....

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In his name.

In his name.

Red is the wine that leaves the taste of blood. Tasteless is the bread, memories...

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A PASSING SHADOW

A PASSING SHADOW

NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR MY STORY
ITS SIMPLE AND BORING.

ITS NOT A LIFE OF EXCITEMENT
...

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Faith’s Compass

Faith’s Compass

Be led by the Cross,
it’s symbolic for North, East, South and West.

Be led by the Cross,...

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MEDIEVAL TIMES/Modern Day

Utensil Police

MEDIEVAL TIMES/Modern Day

Times have changed...

In the Medeival Times you ate your food with your hands...

Starting...

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Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Sometimes the worst things in life are the best wake up calls
Unapologetically me...

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THE DRAGON’S ROAR

THE DRAGON’S ROAR

THE DRAGON SLEPT FOR MANY YEARS
HAVEN BEEN CONSUMED BY TEARS…

NEVER AGAIN WILL I UNSEAL MY...