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A poem I wrote for a terribly crippled girl called Daniella she lived in agony all her life but there wasn't a day I didn't see her gorgeous smile or hear her wonderful laughter , she has a soul so big and beautiful it certainly casts long shadows of perfection over my own Quasimodo anima and many others .

A poem about a miserable old man who people nick named stan he once had a palace and a kingdom then unfortunately lost everything and was reduced to that of a normal man , alas such a tragedy to fall down amonst we the mere mortal clan .

The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension , however this terrible traits can also be witnessed later in our lives when when the male begins to assert it's dominance as the procreation stage arrives .

Treachery and treason never go out of season the gunpowder plot was the spy master's crowning piece of glory he'd managed to use the plot to catapult James the 1st from being a doomed king guaranteed to be assassinated into a national hero who united both Scotland and England into the union of Crowns a feat never before thought possible all by engineering a plot that was in its early stages and fa...

A poem about men and their midwife crisis as a matter course men feel the need to try out a new horse so they get a divorce and set off in search of adventure usually riding a Harley-Davidson towards the sun and what they think will be some all new sexual fun .

A poem I wrote for an artist friend describing the arrival of a brand new baby girl a mortal miracle made from love .

Check out My words may seem cruel that's because they are the comments collected from our café clientele who share space with these very disabled individuals , By the grace of good fortune there walk we . latest episode!

Check outCarrying a vicarious redemption on behalf of someone else is a burdensome weight , the preachers daughter still carries her's each moment of the day , a beautiful quiet soul who was given the sin substitutions by her callous caretakers , her atonement isn't due any time soon . my latest episode!

If ever you have a drink with a witch make sure you leave that very night ,for by the morning light you may find yourself wet shaved tied naked tombstone and left for a black cats delight .

A musing about our Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk into a subway or through some subatomic Stargate .

GRANDFATHER These old sentinels guard over us in our early years , big grandfather clocks their heavy hearts pendulum a rhythm of life into our ears, a blood metronome keeping a steady beat to the sound of our tiny timpani feet.

The building blocks of life are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been eaten by our early primate mammalian species increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability hence where the homo sapiens may have got their jump start . 

The macabre story about a great grandmother , who's ashes were made into a bone china plate by her broken hearted lover , the practice of using powdered human bone in pottery still continues to this day with artists such as Crow and Kraft who call it crafting Cremains . #Poesía#Poésie#Poësie#الشعر#কবিতা#Poeziju#Поезия#詩歌#诗歌#Poezija#Poezie#Poesi#شعر#Poëzie#Luule#Serekali#tula#Runous#Ποίηση#કવિત...

The strange phenomenon of dizygotic twin estrangement when nothing of similarity seems to have been shared apart from their indifference towards each other .

Thinking back to my parents divorce how the lovers fate can change from the opening of Eden's gate , that beautiful land of milk and money only then to quickly turn into a scorched hearth of hate . #Poesía#Poésie#Poësie#الشعر#কবিতা#Poeziju#Поезия#詩歌#诗歌#Poezija#Poezie#Poesi#شعر#Poëzie#Luule#Serekali#tula#Runous#Ποίηση#કવિતા#Pwezi#שירה#कविता#Paj Huam#Költészet#Ljóð#Puisi#Filíocht#詩#시#Puisi#Thơ...

Listening to these waffling old windbags wheezing about saving our world , who quaff down wine squandering ten pounds a glass and then dare to set the price of carbon at three pounds a ton and this to save your granddaughter or grandson ?. #Poesía#Poésie#Poësie#الشعر#কবিতা#Poeziju#Поезия#詩歌#诗歌#Poezija#Poezie#Poesi#شعر#Poëzie#Luule#Serekali#tula#Runous#Ποίηση#કવિતા#Pwezi#שירה#कविता#Paj Hua...