herein lies a
conceptual
emotional
winding
a woollen complexity
rough on the tongue
dry in the throat
a faux love
a preternatural writhing
a knocking on the inner skull with hammers
little god diggers
and
gold wishers
driving within to my without
taking aim
hmmm
it doesn’t take a brain surgeon
to see
that the only solution
here
is hot tea and toast
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Fabulous, especially those last lines, too superb! Cheers!
Autumn Jade
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Thankyou š
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Amazing =)
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thankyou x
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The last line threw me š
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haha yes It was an unusual solution to the my internal battles…but I have to say the best one so far!
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very cool. i had to look at the rendering for awhile to figure out what it is – pop! Then I saw it:) Lovely.
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š big smiles!
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Poet, you got such rhythm, I think in the end that’s why I love your stuff, it’s compulsive reading right to the end when a lot of poetry on blogs I just skim. Yours I read, because it keeps the eyes and the brain and the heart moving. I wish you well with your hot tea and toast; myself, I am going for another home-brewed cappuccino.
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thankyou
I need to avoid the home brew š
too many gives me a furry tongue (but o how i love the bitter hot nip)
which is also a symptom of my underlying disorder
depicted by that last poem of internal noise !
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I get the visual of all the external things that drag you through the day. And all of those annoyances that rub you the wrong way. So your respite is a cup of Earl grey and Rye. I Like it!
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oh yes earl grey and rye, how did you know? that is my favourite combination!
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If i was going to escape to tea nd toast, that would be my vice. Roght on!
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!!!
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Right on!
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right on!
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š
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Always so intriguing the mixture of your art and poetry…love it.
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Thankyou very much, I am finding less time for my poetry due to the art taking up bigger pieces of my daily pie… but every now and the one slips out
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Wonderful words, creativity and perfect ending! š
Lauren
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And a hug from a Canadian? š
God diggers…heh. Brilliant.
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Always receptive to a canadian hug!
that would be even better than toast i reckon
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Make mine coffee & toast & you’ve got a date…
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š
depends what time of day I’m having this mind struggle!
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