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Healing from it all...

People, who have been following me for some time, know that I’ve had severe depression for a few years and during the past seven years in particular I’ve been on the verge of suicide. Sometimes it takes a big challenge and an even bigger problem or even a relentless enemy to either push you over the edge, or make you start fighting for your life harder!  For me, recent events I cannot talk about…

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ABC = Devil's whore

Am I to suffer all my life? Because I yearn for love! Criticised for trusting and embracing Denied, pushed and shoved! Eager for peace and kindness Fettered without a care Garrotted out of jealousy   Hung for all to stare I’m denied what it is to be human Just for hoping for love and more Killed all my dreams with whipping words Laconically called a whore! Misers spit on the doting…

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Artistic consciousness

I’m an artist My world seems full of colour But the colours are on the paper In my heart it’s a monochrome of grey No rainbow on display Just memories of sadness that won’t ever go away I paint for you a heaven Colourful and bright In the hope and wish that someday My life will turn out right You cannot be an artist Until you live in the grey If you wish to be like me Be careful of…

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Mother Raven knows...

Mother Raven sits in wait Watching your plans unfold Seeing that you can’t get to her Up in her tree, to stir her She sees the chick you are trying to get Did you think she didn’t see that yet? Her eyes and ears are everywhere… If you touch her chick, please take care… For there is something bigger for you mon chère The Mother Raven knows…

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The kindness of strangers

I remember the strangers that were kind and beautiful Though I’ll never know their name The man with his sister sitting on a train As I was in tears and crying about the loss that I had gain Cuddling a purple rabbit, I must have looked insane But he was kind to me and soothed the pain I remember the woman on a bus That had seen my anxious face She tapped me on the shoulder And her words…

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Gossip restaurant

Listening to gossip and spreading it, is like you are suffering from the effects of a brain eating amoeba. You can’t tell if what they say is true, especially if the person isn’t known to you. You have one side and only that, you have no idea if you’re being fed scat. Now what would you think if that was a fact? That your friend, your pal and buddy was doing that? Gossip isn’t good for…

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A vampire love story

The following poem was written in 2007 when I wasn’t very confident nor competent as a poet; I barely am now. The night surrounds me, it closes in The moon starts to shine on my pale white chin The air becomes sharp, cold and cruel Who comes from the shadows that is made by the moon? I hear not a sound as they reach by my side Except for its breath when they gave such a sigh He was tall…

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Haiku 17

You did this to me Sent me to hell through your greed You have sold your soul

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Haiku 16

Vicious tormentors Do not see the fate they make For their tomorrow

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Karma will come

The mask will shatter and break It doesn’t matter which one One will You wished another ill Fate has seen what you’ve done Karma will come You won’t always be number one The games you play are dumb Spikes and prickles you’ll feel Because you wished another ill

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Mocking bird soup

How the mocking birds laugh and whoop For they are in the loop Creating nothing but shit soup In their mockery of me I’ve got news for them The joke is soon on them For I adjust my diadem For I’m the coming Queen Watch me rule supreme Observe as I lick the cream You all beg for every day!

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What do you call them?

I am sad for the broken dreams As you sit in tears that are forming streams Flooding the world around you so Because you are afraid to go Masked and beautiful you play the game Wanting to be with another name Knowing that things will never be the same With the one you are with A love shrouded in myth Trapped by the locksmith In dreams that were never really true Bonded like glue Till…

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Perhaps it's not...

No one knows what goes on behind closed doors Don’t judge the so-called open book Because it’s not even a closer look At what goes on behind the scenes Nothing is quite as it seems Everything is messier than you’ll ever know When I voice things, it’s not a show It’s just a faint dying candle of light Which doesn’t show the full fight But it’s ok, it’s alright This is not your battle…

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Catfish and worms

The catfish are back In all their glory Oh come on give me another story I have time to waste and years and years Never mind the pain, the hurt and the tears Give me a break You little child Do you really think I’m that meek and mild? Look again, you pathetic worm I know how to make you squirm! Just watch and wait it will be quite soon When we meet face to face in the same room! Will…

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Blog old & new

I want to bring this blog backwards a couple of years, back to where I used to write; no, not the broken promises every few days of working on this project or that. Back to where I would write snippets and nonsense and short or flash fiction again. I have consistently turned this blog in recent months into a poetry blog and completely foregone its original state of being a fantasy fiction feed;…

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Grand National

No, this is not a day of silence This is a day of sun Warmth and laughter comes to me The race has nearly begun Great animals at the Grand National Champions every one A beautiful tradition Let’s hope it won’t be done Let this annual event thrive on For many a more year We are not heartless those who support We too shed a tear For the great and fallen For they love the races too A…

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You was once...

Thousands of memories twirling in my head Some are still very much alive, others nearly dead They come and go like they’re afraid to die Always rearing their heads, to see if I’ll say hi Some obscure, some are strange Some memories I have make me feel deranged But I know back in my mind’s eye – that they are real – sigh! Some makes sense, others none To remember what others have…