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Sticks and stones won’t shake the throne of zions shiny iron dome and stones and sticks within the mix will likely not the problem fix… Fear and hatred undispell the torrent qualms of gaza hell The welling up of nasty smells, the clanging of the martyrs bell. The back and forth The to and fro…

Wheel Sea. As a flowing mass my words escape the mind in which they cogitate with coffee strong and the days first fag, unfiltered as I take each drag This vice has held me many years, relentless in its hold preventing me from breaking free, unhelping me grow old Ive stopped before, I’ll try again…

Moonlit silhouettes & moon scented dreams Moonshadow walkabouts & moon facing memes Moonbathing solitude & moon anchored tides Moon loving acolytes & moon rocket rides Mooncentred symmetry & moon travelled words Moon spoken narrative & moon whispers heard Moonrising energy & moon swollen sighs Moon lovers synergy & moon honoured rise Moonhunting shadows & moon…

Malignant military manoeuvres mark the moment of mankinds movement into mental moribund madness & makes mockery of mismanaged motivations in the margins of the maladjusted Middle East.

The warp is all wefted and frayed at the seams The Peace lies bereft and is broken in dreams With all eyes on Gaza in a myriad memes We witness the carnage and cheer on our teams. The weft is all warped in the face of despair Embroidered and bloodied it generates heirs The pattern…

I could climb up a mountain I could swim in the sea I could play a game of bingo I could plant me a tree. I could chase down some chickens I could milk me a cow I could change a carburettor ( but I don’t know how. ) I could write me a letter…

There are rules that need bending There are ways that need mending There are values that need defending And choices that are unending. There is dominance that is ascending There are structures that need upending There are ideas that need vending And connections that need tending. There are letters that need sending There are colours…

If I was organised I could make a list If I was busy I could wait a while If I was falser I could force a smile If I was needy I could ask a friend If I was hopeless it might never end If I was  nearer I could pop and say hi If…

Mondays Haiku drifts Finding form in the doing And sense in the flow. Rowan berries ripe Gentle raindrops dampen air Whilst chookiewooks stroll. Bethel feels at peace Elsewhere the culture war rages Oppositions swell. Us and them prevail Polarity gains vigour Hatred causes fear. Failingly we heed The voices of the loudest Silence is unheard.…

Bound in a togetherness forever seems quite likely as we share each day in passing and rekindle passions often. Trusting in each others love which seems to flow quite freely we become an everlonger pair of sharers of the path. We smile and laugh and touch each others whole our souls connected in a deepened…