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JUST IMAGINE

To imagine to live
Is not a trick on its own
Death is its sequel

The Legend Of The Moon’s Reflection (Republished)

THE LEGEND OF THE MOON’S REFLECTION

Deep in the Northern mountains’ silence
Once long ago
Far from the lands of men there lived a Prince
Cold as snow
All day long he would wander
Like a man possessed
As he went he would ponder
His life’s helplessness

Why it was that what he loved the most grew old and died
Why he found no place of rest however hard he tried
And he threw himself upon the mountainside
And knew himself to be alone and bitterly began to cry

And in his misery he saw
As if in a dream
That where his tears fell to the ground
There sprang forth a stream
And the stream fed a river
That flowed glad and free
From the hills to the lowlands
And so reached the sea

River and seawater
Flowing down together
Though the river ends
The sea lives on forever

And by means of this vision
The Prince was set free
And in his dying moments
At last he could see

Why it is that what we love the most must disappear
Where that place of rest is that is always free from fear
And he flowed into the river with his tears
And knew himself to be the sea without a knower or a seer

And if you gaze far out to sea at night
So they say
Sometimes you’ ll see his face shine in the moon
Far away
And the river still flows
From the hills to the plain
And the sea feeds the river
With drops from the rain

River and seawater
Flowing down together
Though the river ends
The sea lives on forever …

Reality Television

REALITY TELEVISION

Creative writers
Drownded deep in surroundings
Every word just right

The Third Estate

THE THIRD ESTATE

An open heart and mind
Are always good
A fully functioning shit-detector
Can often come in handy too
In my humble experience

Black Hole

BLACK HOLE

They study deep space
The garden is overgrown
Odd priority

Anyway

ANYWAY

I don’t know what I’m doing
But I’ll do it anyway

This seems sensible
But I’ll do it anyway

This seems stupid
But I’ll do it anyway

I don’t know what I’m doing
But I’ll do it anyway

Small Mercies: Four By Six

SMALL MERCIES

We’re stuck here forever
Yes it may be painful
We have eternity
So what’s with the big rush?

(W)rapping

(W)RAPPING

Wrapping wrapping
Wrapping wrapping

Once we’ve removed
All of this wrapping
We get to the present
We get to the present

Rapping rapping
Rapping rapping

And boogie on down
And boogie on down
To a back beat track
Till the cows come home

The L Word: Sevenling*

THE L WORD

That tiny word, even unspoken
A thousand ships or a dagger
A peace, a war

A life, a death
A future, a history
And always, always, always

An abundance of tears

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

* http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/sevenling/

The Plot Unfolds

THE PLOT UNFOLDS

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Don’t you bury your head
In some proverbial sand

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

For neither of us
Is quite so dead just yet

Nor quite alive
Either yet so

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Yes, yes, don’t you bury me
‘Cos I ain’t quite dead yet

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