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Words, Who Gives A…

Words… Soundings… Bullshit or truth In anger or jest In pain or comfort Echo or deceit A purpose… An agenda… A face behind the mask A face in front of the camera A mouthpiece Who speaks? Who listens? Who spoke … 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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Truth is Shadow

Perhaps Truth is the hidden Presence Shadowing the journey of Man Immortal of Time But beyond the reach of Men By Paolo Michell

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The Dubious Probable

Look at people! As they stare at life As variations on theme The possible and impossible And the dubious probable Nature and manufacture the manipulation in Between Immortal truth, silent But the falsehood, loud Broadcast Shattering ears Reality is not … Continue reading

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The Wisdom of the Essentials

From the comfort of an armchair In my favourite cafe While the wind, howls Nature speaks, whispers…. While in my mind, I think With my eyes, I see I sense the simple aspects Of being Everything as being….is The invisible … Continue reading

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Leaving Whispers in the Streets

Autumn windows stare out on to Winter streets A freezing chill Pricks the skin Deadens the fingertips Fast approaching six For some the working day is Almost done The hustle and bustle of Moving feet That feeling of freedom And … Continue reading

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Shakespeare Knew!

truth as a permanent shadow that, which cannot be held and seldom understood but Shakespeare knew!   by  Paolo Michell

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Oh Fate

oh fate you do not have to appease me but! must truth always be so ugly   By  Paolo Michell

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A Slice Of Truth

truth is like a slice pan the bread of life but always fresh when hunger stirs we may eat a slice but be aware it can cause bellyache By Paolo Michell

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Never Quite Sure Why!

sprinters against a December sky gnarled, perhaps ugly brutal in their fashion white against the black bares nothing…. but the truth a picture fragmented ruthlessness pending beyond mere human resistance beyond denial the melding of reality and dreams hiding in … Continue reading

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