Wake up little one. This is.

Not a dream.

Say hello to.

The demons. Lurking. Have been waiting.

And now they pounce.

Fast forward little one.

Not erase. Reset. Or rewind.

Distortions of reality. Soul numbing twists. Of fate.

Days melt into each other.

Save your sanity. Little one.

This is no time to.


Numb. In a nightmare.

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I asked the gods to shoot for you a star across the constellations.

They said to me no other love had made such a grand suggestion.

But dreamers do what dreamers do to gain a cold heart’s affection.

And lovers walk the plank of death to find that love’s attention.

To seek but once if not at all some kind of formal declaration.

For love once freed can hardly be contained beyond redemption.

So hearts now beg to seek once more a form of absolution.

Immortal gods please heed a simple mortal supplication.

To restore the faith lost somewhere in life’s wicked translation.

Yield mercy to grant a wish for love’s bittersweet resurrection.

And strengthen bonds of two glorious karmic cosmic soul collisions.

To gift again a fairytale beyond the wildest imagination.

But until then a requiem to soothe a heart’s quiet desolation.

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the wish

I wish that we would collide once more. So we could see.

The miracle of that collision. If there was nothing left. Or anything more.

Of you. Of me.

Of us.

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the magpie

For years they wondered how. You knew.

And then a magpie. Appeared in her dream. And she learnt of the way. They spoke to you.

Sent a message through. That they could not get to you.

Reach your heart. Tainted energy by another lower lesser mortal. That night.

And via her. Spoke to you.

Tis not him. Said she. There is nought left.

A young spirit. Tis yours.

And has been destined.

With no karmic agenda.

So have faith.

For they will never.


But you do. And that. Is all that matters.

Is enough.

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no. 35

I’m sorry. He chokes. I’m scared. I will hurt you. I know it.

It’s my birthday. Her voice is. But a whisper.

I’m an. A**hole. I know. I’m sorry.

You try to stop it. Will it with your mind. To not hurt you. But the words come at you. Hurtling through the air. To pierce through the quiet.

And break your heart.

Before you can even say.

No. Stop.

No. You’re not. You’re a f@cking bastard.

You knew.

Words hit empty air. Thoughts in endless ribbons.

Fall to the ground. And the stench of his fear. Fills the void. Struggles to engulf you. But let not. The fallen drag you down. With them. Feed their fear. With your faith.

You knew. You had known all along. Yet you allowed. Tonight.

Thirty-five. Two fifty. Five ten twenty fifteen. Numbers now. Nothing more.

The story writes itself.

But you never wanted. Forever.


And all he had to do. Was ask.

I have no ego. He states.

Alas. The gods do not believe you.

So today you allow. Your heart to bleed.

Her tears to flow.

The silence to fall.

Not yesterday. The day of. An unforgettable birthday.

The day they broke. A heart.

The day the demons slew. The wolves howled. The banshees wailed.

How dare they.

But in that darkness. Was clarity. And an angel said to you. Look after yourself.

So you took it as a gift. From the gods. Your wings returned. Your freedom reinstated.

And all you feel is.



And nothing else.

But some days we are gods.

And other days. Mere mortals.

Who write. About a random incident. Called number thirty-five.

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the den

Sailor come home. Voyages gone.

Endless summers. Island horizons.

Take me to. The Den.

Within a heartbeat of. Hello.

Eyes lock. Aura radiating.

Souls connecting. From lifetimes before.

City lights play colors. On glass windows.

Painting a backdrop to the silhouette. Of you. Six foot three. Strong stance. God of sea. And oceans sailed.

Air. Around us.

Earth. Beneath our feet.

Fire. Within our hearts.

DJ spins. Please don’t. Stop the music.

Legs. Yours. Mine. We lust.

Skin brushing.

And a hug. To end all hugs.

Leaves you. Breathless. Wanting more.

Follow thy heart. It leads you home.

To me.

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rings of saturn

Would you be. The one. Who.

Sighs my heart. In ecstasy.

On the rings. Of Saturn.

On the belt. Of Orion.

On the wings. Of Pegasus.

Shall we soar. To the north star.

To the moon. And back.

Cross the Sea of Tranquility.

Climb the mountains. Of Kilimanjaro.

Trek the desert. Of Sahara.

Drive the oceans to cry. Tears of joy.

Freeze the fires of hell. Oust the fallen angel.

Love like love. Had never existed. Before.

In the history. Of space. Time. Love.

And us.

After all these years. My love.

For I would.

Would you.

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