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stars
There’s something about the stars at night, that makes me want to write.
John 1.14
The Word became flesh and dwelt amongst us
Posture
Their earthly offerings are burnt.I have only a burning state, a heart in flames.Unlike Job I rollick in sin, but through the sorrow I acknowledge.My selfish feelings burn away.If gratitude was a posture the hard ground would splinter through my knees.Pry us from the filth to the right path of righteousness.The world weeps, dismantle theContinue reading “Posture”
Oasis
There and then now maybe again goes supersonic bold. Would we have ever heard Noel’s soul if Liam never rock ‘n’ roll, intone told.
Words
Each word an ancient artefact.- Dr J.B Peterson
Brotherhood
(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”
Words and Pens
There’s something about the stars at night,that makes me want to write.Again my body meets my spirit, when I graspthe pen in earnest.In shadows of the trees, the rhymes I kissed.Words are blood, blank paper the sand,this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof.Love conquers pain,Continue reading “Words and Pens”
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
Quote
a picture without a frame is like a soul without a body. Vincent van Gogh
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