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For every birth there is a cry For every dream there is a wave That recedes on a worn out lie For every figurative metaphor ..

This a very old poem of mine.

I have a rose she’s all petals and thorns. “Well it’s all in my stove-ah “ I begged her for no mercy, I cried fo..

“Rest your weary wings upon the air”… Let the wind of love carry you here Carry you there - as long as it, Submits to ..

For mothers who feel unloved...

An owl the colour of snow Casts a shadow of surprize A declaration! That now there’s no sunrise.

There is a cycle to all this our misery I for one! Don’t doubt it’s all fixed. We’ll have 5yrs in thirty of prosperity..

A ganging ocean washed over me When I was young, I was already old When I loved, it was a careless love That washed over me. Yes, it ..

It was I fed those stars into your mouth This is normality, isn’t it? Every fibre rushes forth forks of lightning As rain spills over the gut..

A very dark poem this one.