Tag Archives: Dreams

The Consist Reminder

Day to day The endless cycle Turns The consist reminder A persistence… A tenacity… Oh beautiful but frail Humanity Blake’s words of innocence And experience Of faith and dreams Beware… The four horsemen Of the apocalypse   Thatcher Doran Advertisements

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For Things that Went Amiss

Strange How odd, that buildings And spaces in-between Brews a lament For things that went amiss For people no longer here And, unable to return In a fissure of a moment Or in the melody of a prayer There is … Continue reading

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When Darkness Slips

Each night When darkness slips When bone and flesh Begin to ache The land beyond The glass Beyond the face Of Time Summons our altered Mind To travel To that place Where dreams sit and wait Like trains To take … Continue reading

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Too Early…..

I woke too early this morning too early for work too late for dreams I saw the morning light pressed against the blind eager to get in its fingers peeping through the side slits I thought…. about the currency  of … Continue reading

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A Candle in the Middle

I sat on the stool Staring at the quiver in the mirror As if it was the analogy of Time A liquid pocket A vertical river Passage to a secret universe A simple candle in the middle Tantalisingly suggestive A … Continue reading

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A Notion Of Time

time, is now not yesterday work, is often the idea of someone else night, is the infinite realm of dreams day, is trying to remember that which you have forgotten hours, are the corrales of days walls of apprehension minutes, … Continue reading

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The Need

the labour of the hours those ambiguous minutes pares away the day then, work is done yet, for some its shadow lingers feeding its appetite unrelenting need for need’s sake demanding answers now! instead of questions instead of listening in … Continue reading

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Jigsaws I Suppose!

it’s 7.30pm i’m staring at faces on a moving train a habit of a sort jigsaws i suppose arranged in seats perhaps, they’re thinking about sport or politics contemplating sex, tonight! young men coolly glance at women pretending to be … Continue reading

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Summoned By The Twilight

yellow lights sirens of surreality out of the morning darkness beckoning like lost souls summoned by the twilight curious about the dark side shadow makers shining in the night guardians until dawn witnessing the remnants of human dreams on buses … Continue reading

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The Night Walker

lets suggest one’s shadow lives a double life an overseer of your reality a witness and yet a stranger on the other side of the mirror secretly smirking behind the mask of glass Shadow of reality Gatekeeper to your dreams … Continue reading

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