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Dark Rain

September 27, 2014 martin 0

wet gutter stone submerged in the rill blackheavy and round and the weight beneath me: a smooth cold killer of light   night is a forest wet banquet of noise small epiphany’s happening at street lights and wild-life electric   far off are the radios […]

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To the Regiment

September 27, 2014 martin 0

Night’s armaments tethered by a lone street light wait as a patient carnivore watchful and certain A cigarette glows in one man’s mouth as others blow fog, puff into their hands and shuffle – they’re shipping out tonight Arguing up the hill a truck in […]

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Reach to the Child

September 24, 2014 martin 0

Reach toward her the little one there in your hurts and fears Look toward her, not away You take your soldier to war guardian at the perimeter with the rationale of defence yet she is bereft Look toward him the little one tucked underneath the […]

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Upon Awakening

September 23, 2014 martin 0

“In the dim light of the forest’s heart That is my own heart“. John Pass   Looking back Long into many memories Are seeds and tender shoots Upon my awakening Looking sidelong Into many happenings Are flowers and reaching branches Upon my flourishing Looking headlong […]

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Thought for the day #1

September 22, 2014 martin 0

Your power lies within you. Life endowed you eons ago. Your work today begins with knowing this deeply. Your power does not lie in the minds of others, you do not need their approval for what you already posses. As you practice today keep your attention […]

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Japanese Maple

September 20, 2014 martin 0

By Clive James   Your death, near now, is of an easy sort. So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain Of energy, but thought and sight remain: Enhanced, in fact. When did you […]

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The Black Guitar

September 13, 2014 martin 0

Clearing out ten years from a wardrobe I opened its lid and saw Joe written twice in its dust, in a child’s hand, then a squiggled seagull or two. Joe, Joe a man’s tears are worth nothing, but a child’s name in the dust, or […]

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