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Like a boxing ring, the world offers few ways of escape from the exhausting bombardment of hateful, violent eyes. (Image by james wolf) I truly believe that we all have our own dark secrets, thoughts, longings or sins that we keep locked away in the deepest recesses of our brain that w... Sometimes I wake up from a dream and wonder for a moment which is reality... <bgsound src = 'http://home.worldonline.dk/steenmp/MIDI/Patsy/fadedlove.mid'hidden loop=-1> A boy’s first exposure to a mausoleum never fades. A place where my father first told me of the sometimes loveless seclusion of wealth. Now, this dist... Can word sensations ~ touch the quiver of rivers ~ flowing over tender nipple wrought verse, hardened in the rhyme terse of time fraught, upon Dark In... Spending an adult life working with the serious doubts of others that life is worth living, one is often compelled to take score of oneself, and if fo... "The best part of the tragedy is now / When it is seen to be a comedy" "On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star/On and on the rain will say how fragile we are..."
~Sting, 'Fragile'
"We are like sunlight, fading on the grass..." Do we find our parents, or do they find us? Some “whys” of our journey seem unknowable at times. (Image by pinterest) repost..
I have written many new poems .. Just not quite ready to share them yet. I have had sever more family members pass away in the past few mont... <bgsound src = ''http://209.68.63.220/19580222/rock/queen/Under_Pressure.mid ''hidden loop=-1> The Gods are sacrificed in vain...
Painting by Hettie Rowley. Commissioned for ''The Aquarius Key, A Novel of the Occult''.
The images may take a lit... Reading too many horror novels as of late... Emotions and words can so easily be misconstrued until a storm brews into a darkness that only love can lead one out of... Pretty sombre I know; it must be the lack of sunshine for so long. I do wish you all a blessed, happy new year.
NEW York (AP) –A Palestinian activist who helped lead student protests at Columbia University faces deportation after being arrested ovr the weekend b... Sometimes, one just has to try and pay tribute to the great, the immortal sounds of rock classics beyond simple deion. Because Jerry Bolton seemed worried about me today,
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Because my friends tell me I write best in Chinese restarants & coffee shops.
Just vision and production - I don''t believe I''m an angel and if I was I would hate the devil--hopefully and preferably...Merely my attraction to an... Though not uncommon for rock climbers to start an ascent in predawn darkness, one was about to challenge his sensorial awareness beyond the norm. A ch... Looking around, one could argue many of us are becoming but fragments of time’s dust storm of impotence. (Image Peasant Burning Weeds by Van Gogh) Dedicated to Hanley ''''Doc'''' Harding, "Unofficial self-proclaimed "King of the AuthorsDen Writers Wrabble"" 3/14/18 - As we mourn the loss of Stephen Hawking, one is reminded of the “whys” for his lengthy journey. Perhaps the answer is too all-encompassing ... While not a new writing, still one I dedicate to those who have to be separated from the one they love In Loving Memory of our daughter Sarah Katherine Murphy who died 2nd October 2001. The image is the yearly candle that we light over her resting place This is about Cheech and Chong comedy routine, "Dave is not here."
I could go into another poem with, "Dave is not here, he is at America''s Democrac... Coming back to SA after being away for almost four months, brought its own shocks. My son who seemed to be but a boy when I left has turned into a man... Still sad. Nine months after my son's death. The day explodes with life...... Everyone has a favorite time of the day. For some of us, it lasts for hours, even its memory revisited from time to time. (Some of you may have read ... For those who may not have had the experience of NY living, rest assured, there''s a "city" magic in what I’ve attempted to translate into prose poetr... |
