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This was originally going to be called Hard Black - after a pencil - but a musical theme changed that. It was written on the spur of the moment, with ..
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Untamed, savage, desolate - I have wandered through many places since early childhood, but I still think of the wilderness as a place in my head. A..
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Could cheerfulness be that easy ?
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The red river valley
is overgrown with moss.
the sand is beached,
without a sea to nurture,
watch,
or venerate.
Old companions -
years..
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What's the matter? - in more ways than one :)(:
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Trauma,
undermining
flimsy trust,
I keel over.
Staring
into space
I am
suddenly aware
of all the rust
that brings down
bridges.
In the ..
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In the blue mirror
A great tree stands,
Incandescent,
Green,
But
Turned to
Stone.
Winds whoosh past,
Pleading, urging.
Clouds float o..
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I suppose this is about rage - both real and imagined.
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I am being pulled
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