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 Sep 2016 A W Bullen
Fay Slimm
Into Beyondness.

Over the borders of every-day scribing
lies the unusual,
get into beyondness and pen two sides.

Though above and apart search for the
yonder, transcend stale
mundane and favour lines rarely used.

Peer into remoteness of perpetuity and
watch potent duality
assign fresh curiosity about inner sight.

Looking slant-eyed view the abnormal,
kindle and set ablaze
welcome of strangeness, feel its allure.

Ascend to un-measuredness, imagine
the magical, find elation
by rifling wealth of extra dimensions.

Treasure the trip into this otherness,
expect no boundary, earn
discernment that nothing else betters.
In my deepest darkest night
I don't need words they're so contrite
I just need someone to brave this sight
Hold me so close and tight

The one who would,  seen his light
Grew his wings and took his flight
Flew so far, his out of sight
Left me all alone in the dark to fight

So I don't need your words, they only bite
Words can be so contrite
I need someone to hold me tight
While I wage my war and fight
But everyone is scared of the sight
Of a broken soul in the deepest darkest night
 Sep 2016 A W Bullen
wordvango
ain't
 Sep 2016 A W Bullen
wordvango
no moonshine when she's gone
its not warm when she's away
I need a drink and wonder
if she's gone to stay
ain't no moonshine when she's gone
she got all the money
***** and *****
this glass just ain't
a glass any time
she goes away
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