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The Goat

"Of a blinded Mind"

The Goat

A nighʻs eye,
how is sees in a focus blind,
to determine the sling of time,
or the...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

BOND

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

BOND
No fear, no doubt, just hand in hand we go,
A bond that time can never break or bend....

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LINES OF LOVE : POEM BY...

LINES OF LOVE

LINES OF LOVE : POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

LINES OF LOVE
From those soft whispers of love, once freely given,
I became a phantom, an...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

DREAM BEAUTY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

DREAM BEAUTY
Eyes full of dreams, a smile full of stories told,
A shimmering pond where...

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Ice on the Petals

Ice on the Petals

lamenting she had too many thorns,
and as they hurt, her tears became a river
of colours from...

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Sedges haver edges

Sedges haver edges

A dream of moon on this our Lady’s night,
lends the river a quiet flow.
Reflections on its...

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Silly'a Shape Cloud

When's a dream
- What's fantasy
Where is time, why shine a light
When is bound -...

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The Golden Blueprint

The Golden Blueprint

I followed an ancient path to exist. A song written in the sky and played by everything for billions of...

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PACE YOURSELF

IF YOU GO TO FAST YOU WILL END UP LAST
IF YOU GO TO SLOW YOU WILL FALL BEHIND
SO PACE...

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SOME DAYS

SOME DAYS ARE HARDER THAN OTHERS
HOW SO YOU ASK
JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE
THEN IN THE SAME...

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THINK OUT LOUD

FUNNY EXSPRESSION IF ONLY THAT WAS POSSIBLE
IMAGINE EVERY THOUGHT BECOMING EVIDENT
THINK OUT...

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THE SHOW IS DRAGGING

THE SHOW IS DRAGGING

People are getting bored...

This Show seems like it's running for Ratings...

Some people...

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A QUITE DAY

NO SUNSHINE A QUITE DAY NO RAIN YET WE HAD TOO MUCH ALREADY
A QUITE DAY JUST RELAXING GETTING READY...

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Harried Harris heir still...

Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare...

Earlier this merry month of May
a goniff who possibly did gossip
about his/her surreptitious...

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THEY CALL THEM A MORON

THEY CALL THEM A MORON

How pathetically sad...

The Men they have spent years trying to make more feminine...

Thus...

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Skeletons

I quietly appreciate
Coming out the other end
Of another day.

I'm more or less...