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i am so afraid of losing you
i do not know what to do anymore
you are the thoughts in my head every day
and the pain i feel every night
i ****** up so badly and i just want to make things okay.
Like the bee that stings to death
Like the poison that it began from
Like the spider, the God to web
Catching supper

© Clarissa C. van Vreden
All to soon
in a land of dreams
we grow like a tree
running through street
to a city edge
fine a path to walk through
come to a canals edge
pick up the winds of time
move to a distant shore
of sand of gold
lay on a beach
get a sore head
feel dizzy for the rest of the day
and at night rub on cream
as our skins give off
a strange green glow
feel hot
even thought we are not
if you dream this tonight
write me
on a postcard
state'in wish
you where here
instead of me
no I don't.

drifting to places of the heart
echo like you remember in your past
of love and all the softer things
but just behind the shadows fall into dust
and at
you wake up.
P@ul.
Nobody

She is nobody
Expendable
Not very memorable
She is a  ghost in life
Never making  or
leaving her mark
Easily, she could fade away
She knows not how to connect
Out of sight, out of mind
Lives too much within her head

She is...
unacceptable
too odd
that brick wall that is impenetrable

Never to be remembered
Never needed
Really nobody
She is loneliness

Kelly Rose
May 10, 2015
Sometimes how I feel
What  is this selection of love so natural

To drive men insane and women to purgatory

Can Mr Darwin explain?

I doubt not , but is the meaning clear

Why love one to one remains so dear.

Karl denied it, Lenin too

And Uncle Joe dismissed it

As a plot to subvert what was good for the proletariat.

But in that recent time when ******’s darkness shadowed
                                                                                                 The Earth

Love glowed in the gloom of the despair of nations’  Terezins

Which to-day helps to repair our broken dreams

Of why we love one to one.


Keats loved one ***** Brawne

And Coleridge his Asra

But what is ecstasy’s advantage?

When comes the pain of separation

Mr Darwin, please explain.

Is it lust, is it reproduction?

But then when love is thwarted

We cannot function,

Where is the advantage

Mr D --- what is the aim, can you explain?

How the coiled spiral passing from time to time

Its immortal message which condemns each generation

To the pain of separation

When the reaper calls, or the rival sunders

The coils of love’s message  we’ve inherited

Since the beginning of time.

Why? What is the advantage?

Mr D, please tell me your answer.


The whales they sing one to one

Like Eliot’s mermaids singing

Not to Prufrock but perhaps to you and me

The message of communication.

Is this love as one to one

Each supports another wounded

By the enormity of the harpoon?

The dictator’s message in another form

Devoid of love, sundered, never whole

Coming from that Terezin we never solve.

Dysfunctional Mr D, where’s the advantage

For such conflicting feelings to evolve?



David Applin (Copyright 2015)

March 2012
'Mr Darwin,please explain' is written in six parts. The other parts will be posted from time to time
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