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Month: December 2018

BORN IN TIME iv

Across the growing cloth
A line of red thread,
Woven through time,
Waits for the roll
Of judge and dice.

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BORN IN TIME i

She sat by oil lamp,
A flickering flame
Dancing shadows
On the rough walls
Of the small house.

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SONG OF DESPAIR

He slumbered in cold sorrows
that were ploughed deep
in the darkness of a
rough heart;
he had long ago
forgotten the song of joy.

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OF BEING

The consciousness of being,
that epiphany of awareness
captured in unguarded moments,
must necessarily be caught
time and time again;
for time is soon lost
to the chores of daily necessity.

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BLASPHEMY

You pass needle and thread
and stitch my lips shut
so that I may no longer debate
the nature of god,
the broken ways of man,
the history of fact;
silence, an absolute dictator.

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IT’S A CRIME

The great evil
slides like a black snake
whose appetite
for human life
is blasphemy unforgivable;
to this evil
we offer up our unborn,
enlist our men for war
and sacrifice our humanity
on the altar of violence.

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AFTER THE GOLD RUSH

In the mid 90’s
we ran the Grey Valley,
Blackball, Roa and Moonlight,
in our 1954 Leyland Comet
house bus; tales we collected,
more than a few, from those days
of wonder and miracles!

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