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  May 2014 KNOWER
betterdays
when we have people come visit.
i find myself saying, normally, somewhere
within the first half hour.

the following,
in one form or another;
let me explain about the cat. no he is not unwell,
nor does he have a skin condition.
thats the way they come, devon rex's.

yes i know,
they look like
little *** bellied men,
who having been,
startled by the ringing,
of the front doorbell.
have grabbed their
wife's tatty chennile bathrobe,
but then have not,
tied the sash,
so now show,
an almost, indecent
amount of wrinkly flesh.

yes" their fur is so soft, like down,
except for the front paws they are like crushed velvet gloves.

no i am sorry,
he is not a climb up
and snuggle into your lap cat he is a more of a,
stare at you, weigh you up,
find you wanting,
until it's all becomes,
sort of awkward cat.
if he does happen
to approve  -
and in all honesty,
he probably won't.

i don't want to get your hopes up,
but if he does,
you will be presented,
with a token,
it may be a lizard or a bug
or moth, but pencils, a sock and pet ***** have also been gifted.

yes, he is unusual
but that is
the beauty of the breed
and the beauty of the Gus,cat.
  May 2014 KNOWER
betterdays
untold
joy in the eyes of a child
untold
love in my lovers touch
untold
pain in the old man's walk untold
wealth in the gamblers game
untold
lies in unrepentent eyes
untold
compassion on the face
untold
grief beside the grave
untold
story before the glory
untold
tale before the fail
untold
epics everyday

silent

are the words
of the way

we live our lives
untold

waiting forever
to become

bold
enough to speak
KNOWER Apr 2014
My heart,
My hollowed heart
Is battered and bruised
Worn out and used
All has been drained,
It bleeds no longer
Its thumping has waned,
It beats no longer

My hands,
My caloused hands are all that I'll have to show at the end of the day...
Love?!... To what end?!
KNOWER Apr 2014
Mine heart's been hardened by all the inequity and injustices suffered by it over time

I am in no position to be of any relevan(t assistan)ce at the moment

Let me strive to alter the workings of my mind and the condition of mine heart

Only then would any one benefit from the workings of mine heart and hands
Love truly is over-rated.
KNOWER Apr 2014
My heart grows weary with the passing of each day as I sojourn on this seemingly endless voyage... a voyage through the seas and through the woods... through the hills that yonder stood....
Through dips and through  downs, it all comes around
And even still as my heart grows thin, there's this urge that grows within
A fire unkindled, a flame unfanned by mine own hands yet still it burns...
A flame so strong that it carries a song as it spews its embers throughout this cold September...

**(man it's cold & **** she's cold...)
Here's a little ditty which I wrote a while back.
The title's a bit of a cliché but I guess I've learnt to find the beauty in clichés :)

I hope you enjoy(ed)! :D
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