Tag Archives: Death

Hiatus in the Day

On afternoons such as these there is an ambience a mood of timelessness where Death and Fate have found to their surprise… so subtly they embrace the shores of Amnesia…..   Thatcher Doran Advertisements

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A Momentary Glimpse

in the secret garden another circle turning it’s late spring, again the seasons lean fold upon themselves like absent-minded friends one to four…. in spite of everything youth will turn grey…. then old such is Time’s slide of hand though … Continue reading

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Yet, Time is Regular

Reading Larkin on the train suspicious of life but, afraid of death This metal beast sliders through the landscape Cow and sheep mowing grass Mouth to ground Indifferent to familiar sounds Noise Filters through naked trees While horses wear overcoats … Continue reading

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The Power Broker

it struck me this sunday afternoon dash early evening daylight fading while nursing a cappuccino and blueberry muffin how youth is a tantalising lie full of empty promise a taste of immortality then, a whiff, a sniff but, nothing substantial … Continue reading

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God to God

I am mindful of the power of Fate His capacity to seek and find There is no hiding place Beyond his reach Even my thoughts seem unsafe from him As he listens to every breath Whispering options in my ear … Continue reading

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Woven Like a Fabric

approaching winter awakens my focus on yesteryear perhaps the notion of life, society and the eternal circle though modernity is still an infant struggling to be ever new confident, even arrogant each day must be different manipulated where necessary yet … Continue reading

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What Happened to Time?

what happened to Time? it changed! it used to move at a snail’s pace long avenues of days week after week years were mere occasional treats and Fate! that snake in the grass spends all night playing cards She and … Continue reading

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Except for….

context is a set of inconstent variables not talking to one another context is a desire a need…. because of doubt usually based on dubious facts there are no absolutes except for death By  Paolo Michell

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It Is You And Me

i see poetry in a blue sky i hear words whispering in a gentle breeze or shouting in an angry wind sometimes i feel the melancholy in a child’s innocence poetry is day and night in life and death it … Continue reading

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My Other Self

there are times days or moments when i have surmounted life stepped outside beyond Time and Fate even defeated Death moments when i have met my other self By Paolo Michell

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