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The seasons’ breath whipped through the air and branches bent to its’ will
the crowns congregated, the mulch agitated
throughout the woodland nothing lay still

the earth revealed bore imprint, of habitat sustained
and while the foundation lay dormant
the spirit remained untamed

The unscented air seemed revitalized and oxygenated my core
as all things prepare for the year born anew
when bud becomes bloom once more

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Auricularia auricula-judae
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This is not one of my photos! This is a picture of the Terra Sirenum, a large region in the southern hemisphere of Mars. I find it extraordinary to be looking at the surface of another planet in such detail. Anyway, the picture came courtesy of Nasa Image of the Day.
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The Last Blossom As the inky black of night time begins to melt away
Its’ grip on the moment loosened by the coming of the day
The first shards of sunlight pierce the darkness of the world
And I behold the morning born anew, its’ arms unfurled

The earth sighs in welcome, its’ breath condenses as the mist
Dew forms on dormant bud and yet one bloom persists
There stretching out before me, defiant 'til the last
A solitary blossom kindles thoughts of seasons past


These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.

Of experiences interpreted with mortal imperfection,
of sporadic impulses bereft of all direction.

Of paths that I have ventured down seeking illumination,
of venom that I have endured to recreate sensation.

Of countless souls encountered, of faces memorised,
of deeds born of pure intent, of some intent disguised.

Of dreams that I have realised and dreams yet to be?
The exploration of my fate, the rationale for me.

These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.
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I tighten my grip on the moment and wince against the force,
my thoughts, abrupt and untameable, run riot through reason,
and tested and tortured I accelerate towards the first eruption
incapable of calm,
angry am I
and I mean harm

my will fragmented I fight to keep control,
unpredictable and erratic, I am derived of this beast unleashed on my soul,
if reason could conquer I would pray for all
incapable of calm,
angry am I
and I mean harm

but limited are the merits of my foe, suddenly departed
and in its place hastens despair,
curtailed at the brink of destruction I stand bereft and abandoned,
the penitent man,
angry I was
defeated I am.


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simply pink
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Remeber remember the fifth of November, gunpowder
treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder,
treason should ever be forgot... 5th November 2006
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what a jumble, words they tumble through my mind and pour
out via conduit phrase as I attempt to ignore
the meaning while they try and grasp a web to form a frame
when last the final link approaches they dismember, sentence maimed

all in disarray, my prose today, a fool am I
void of means to purge this unyielding, swollen tide
of rhyme fragmented, jumbled, vented, spewed into conscious thought
driven by a need to be, reckless in its’ onslaught
In the absence of a few words from me I would like to share a few words written by John Denver, that I have always found particularly beautiful and that have been going around in my head for several days, since I acquired a copy of the song.

joy was just the thing that he was raised on
love is just the way to live and die
gold is just a windy Kansas wheatfield
and blue is just a Kansas summer sky

If you don't know the song and want to find it, it's called Matthew.
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I stood beneath the weeping tree
and shielded by the canopy
heard leaflets whisper olden tales,
revealed in full beneath the veil.
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Sometime when the sun was on the downward side of the day
I looked across at mountains, saw the tree line curve and laze away

if I could reach across the gap and hang on to the very peaks
if I could walk on top of crowns, cradled there from underneath

Orange glow and gentle warmth bathed me then from toe to tip
into lower pools of red I sank my feet and took a dip

diving back towards the shadows needles break my fall
I close my eyes and dream, and dream again I'll do it all.

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