There is no music in my car
During the daily dawn commute
Devoid of the voice of song
Empty of the thoughts of emotion.
It seems somehow fitting,
One humming can in a random stream,
Losing the froth and foam of freedom
To the sole accompaniment of the noise within
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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