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finnius-dilkington
I offer no useful explanation No news flash story on the madness of my life Cause there's sorrow and sadness, yes and loss and  "yes and no" answers 25 years of grieving bereavement  Me at my hastily finalised funeral Songs and soundtracks  A casket carried out   To far approaching forever Awkward; pausing moments The pall bearer moves, nervously Slips Someone  Plants an assuring hand-  Mateship stays but Death- Death  goes on and on and on Rattle ump thump And the end is never near, And always.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
Brother
(I.) What if I told you About the person I once loved And probably still love And miss With all my heart? Such was a kind When I was a kid Caring fellow O How he loved me Love like I never knew He carried savage lies As they ravaged the vein branches of his innocence Needled, repeated Poisoned again and then... (II.) There! - I would point - With a small boys urgency Just there! Seething, Slithering, Snaking Like a Medusas head Beneath untainted skin He was the gatekeeper of insidious secrets Hero of my happiness and Gaoler of sticking sorrows His - Mine - Brother-father of mine You never let on - Stayed true A kid of four with An absurd peculiar burden Peculiar truth Peculiar responsibility For a little boy - "Grow up, grow up!" came the witch like demands Of the situation makers His horned and calloused skin Thickened by the trickery Because a lie needs a lie needs a lie - (III.) I hated him for that I loved him, too Was all I knew He was my best friend We were partners against Heinous idiocy And who could ever Understand- When understanding was the least of any ones concern? (IV.) What if I told you How we were kids once We two brothers Necessary friends When all other children could ever do was only ever as children can do? Shared innocence Shared love A depth, an understanding remained "us and ours" Then to now - forever just "us and ours" Our pain Our secret Origin to morose self loathing (V.) Remember me   Brother! I miss you I long for how I would hold your hand When it was mine to hold I would ****** it greedily Convinced it would always be- (VI,) You knew me when I Was Primary School made, unfettered A free and happy kid Before I was double figured Before this life demanded (VII.) Was my third year in - 2 years and one marked Collapse And the beginning of a lifetimes bereavement Why'd it have to change This playful aura of early education? Yellowing school building boards Warming sun and wide verandah Grey wooden expanse in my mind Friends were mine then "Friends" O where - I wonder There was Ian and Phil and Igor I recall and Laura - maybe Georgina too We'd play catch'n'kiss or Catch'n'pretend (I could never catch those summer afternoon dresses) (VIII.) Sometimes I go back to that playground I imagine the heckling crackling of dead red leaves beneath my feet Dry leaves and the screaming of little girls Old man winter tree would watch on Witness to free and early personality forming I think on the winding valley avenue Weeping willow waiting Dangling, dancing, dappling In this sacred Summer haze What happened to my childhood? (IX.) You were there, brother It was flat chat and Pine Gap In every home a Big Mac... My super hero I'd sing about you All praise and fond regard You told me mum said We're moving I tried to make it best All courage and flexibility But starting is always hardest When starting presents tough, tangling challenges.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
Needled, nine times
(I.) What if I told you About the person I once loved And probably still love And miss With all my heart? Such was a kind When I was a kid Caring fellow O How he loved me Love like I never knew He carried savage lies As they ravaged the vein branches of his innocence Needled, repeated Poisoned again and then... (II.) There! - I would point - With a small boys urgency Just there! Seething, Slithering, Snaking Like a Medusas head Beneath untainted skin He was the gatekeeper of insidious secrets Hero of my happiness and Gaoler of sticking sorrows His - Mine - Brother-father of mine You never let on - Stayed true A kid of four with An absurd peculiar burden Peculiar truth Peculiar responsibility For a little boy - "Grow up, grow up!" came the witch like demands Of the situation makers His horned and calloused skin Thickened by the trickery Because a lie needs a lie needs a lie - (III.) I hated him for that I loved him, too Was all I knew He was my best friend We were partners against Heinous idiocy And who could ever Understand- When understanding was the least of any ones concern? (IV.) What if I told you How we were kids once We two brothers Necessary friends When all other children could ever do was only ever as children can do? Shared innocence Shared love A depth, an understanding remained "us and ours" Then to now - forever just "us and ours" Our pain Our secret Origin to morose self loathing (V.) Remember me   Brother! I miss you I long for how I would hold your hand When it was mine to hold I would ****** it greedily Convinced it would always be- (VI,) You knew me when I Was Primary School made, unfettered A free and happy kid Before I was double figured Before this life demanded (VII.) Was my third year in - 2 years and one marked Collapse And the beginning of a lifetimes bereavement Why'd it have to change This playful aura of early education? Yellowing school building boards Warming sun and wide verandah Grey wooden expanse in my mind Friends were mine then "Friends" O where - I wonder There was Ian and Phil and Igor I recall and Laura - maybe Georgina too We'd play catch'n'kiss or Catch'n'pretend (I could never catch those summer afternoon dresses) (VIII.) Sometimes I go back to that playground I imagine the heckling crackling of dead red leaves beneath my feet Dry leaves and the screaming of little girls Old man winter tree would watch on Witness to free and early personality forming I think on the winding valley avenue Weeping willow waiting Dangling, dancing, dappling In this sacred Summer haze What happened to my childhood? (IX.) You were there, brother It was flat chat and Pine Gap In every home a Big Mac... My super hero I'd sing about you All praise and fond regard You told me mum said We're moving I tried to make it best All courage and flexibility But starting is always hardest When starting presents tough, tangling challenges.
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In the light of your immaculate form I make the following declaration: I will be your jealous cellist-  (I.) And I will play you like a stringed instrument - then When you make delighted whisperings And finesse the fine music of the feminine, magnificent  Your heathen distemper Distributed,  woman-like, goddess-like Classic cello-shape  Draped in lilting silk Then I will fiddle and pluck Cast broad swathes near and about your single tingling place  Your attuned instrument  And it's spruce wooded frontispiece. (II.) You faux arabesque  (for faux is our shared domain)- Your hands moving gracefully - you pause -  Feigning flight  Feigning fancy Considering My rising fire  Weighty desire Shadows mingle with glimpses of My thickness and length- Veined skin and steel,  White - waiting, wanting - And there's an answer.  (III.) You are girl - such a girl  I am boy, only boy  My persistent mans eye view  Part pleased with the flashes of you -  Now in new  Near **** rhythm  This gilded exuberance,  Radiant Hypnotic Sets sparks flying  Tickling toward sky and stars I would have you  My dexterous digits upon your supple, warm- Fragrant fresh flesh fret board  I would squeeze you where Your mystery resides and Elsewhere besides. (IV.) Roughly - at first - needy Determined - I would play upon Your duet of juice creators Invoke the  Holiness of your  Secret sacred spaces Doublet, Triplet, Quintet  Play on! play on!  I would have you  With my plugging piece  There! There! Your open legs  Secretly seeking my carnival of thrusting  Inside your warm girls pearl Antidote for collective loneliness.  (V. ) I would hold you, your sides -  Firm in my greed Our lustful minuet in 3/4 time Play on, play on - I  Kiss your neck,  nibble your ******* It's you, it's you You arch yourself toward me Warmly Affectionate,  We hold hands, fingers between,  And dance.  (VI.) This some time Summertime Bright flame  We reach - how we reach-  Our mouths, our tongues -  The very words we speak- yearning for -  longing for - Connection Each to the other, and  Our connection to God  "Rightful sin -  Come to us again And again - and again  Satisfy our minds!"
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
The Jealous Cellist
In the light of your immaculate form I make the following declaration: I will be your jealous cellist-  (I.) And I will play you like a stringed instrument - then When you make delighted whisperings And finesse the fine music of the feminine, magnificent  Your heathen distemper Distributed,  woman-like, goddess-like Classic cello-shape  Draped in lilting silk Then I will fiddle and pluck Cast broad swathes near and about your single tingling place  Your attuned instrument  And it's spruce wooded frontispiece. (II.) You faux arabesque  (for faux is our shared domain)- Your hands moving gracefully - you pause -  Feigning flight  Feigning fancy Considering My rising fire  Weighty desire Shadows mingle with glimpses of My thickness and length- Veined skin and steel,  White - waiting, wanting - And there's an answer.  (III.) You are girl - such a girl  I am boy, only boy  My persistent mans eye view  Part pleased with the flashes of you -  Now in new  Near **** rhythm  This gilded exuberance,  Radiant Hypnotic Sets sparks flying  Tickling toward sky and stars I would have you  My dexterous digits upon your supple, warm- Fragrant fresh flesh fret board  I would squeeze you where Your mystery resides and Elsewhere besides. (IV.) Roughly - at first - needy Determined - I would play upon Your duet of juice creators Invoke the  Holiness of your  Secret sacred spaces Doublet, Triplet, Quintet  Play on! play on!  I would have you  With my plugging piece  There! There! Your open legs  Secretly seeking my carnival of thrusting  Inside your warm girls pearl Antidote for collective loneliness.  (V. ) I would hold you, your sides -  Firm in my greed Our lustful minuet in 3/4 time Play on, play on - I  Kiss your neck,  nibble your ******* It's you, it's you You arch yourself toward me Warmly Affectionate,  We hold hands, fingers between,  And dance.  (VI.) This some time Summertime Bright flame  We reach - how we reach-  Our mouths, our tongues -  The very words we speak- yearning for -  longing for - Connection Each to the other, and  Our connection to God  "Rightful sin -  Come to us again And again - and again  Satisfy our minds!"
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We were two boys, naked and ***** You bent me, my young body Reassuring, fulfilling - the ******** of your steel inside Is a feeling I've never forgotten
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Reveal
Cat said to Bat "I'll get you" But Bat teamed up with Dog "I'll join with you Bat" said Dog, as Bat flapped about, with effort. "Thanks Dog!" exclaimed Bat, with a dash and point mark. "You know we might just beat Cat - if we team up - I mean" said Bat, earnestly. Just then Cat, who had been watching all this with mild amusement, started talking. "I take back my threat" said Cat - "I didn't mean to be so brash" Although she secretly did, And Cat clasped the handle with her razor length claws. "That's kind of you Cat" said Bat, as he flapped about with effort. Cat could continue holding her domestic chores for at least another half hour. "I'm glad I could help" said Dog, while glaring at Cat - who wasn't really a cat at all. Obviously. And not Dog. Or Bat. Cat once drew Dogs blood - She wrote "Cat rules OK" On the pale whitened fence Dog had been mending. Dog remembered. It made him angry. Just then Bat made to leave "Thanks and please, and thanks again" quipped Bat, as he flapped about - with effort. He closed the door. The arguing continued.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Said Bat as he flapped about with effort.