whenever you feel all alone,
remember this simple truth:
we're really all alone, together*...


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What you might not see
your heart will know
it was never wasted --

your investment in
time or affection,
tears and concern

meals you've cooked
candles you've burned
advices, however stern

we have come this far
'coz when we needed it--
always, you were there;

for your love and constant prayers
and that strong will: "never say never"--
we are ever thankful, forever and ever*


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Less than a bell's ****** 
fainter than a whistle 
stars in the sky twinkle; 
your breath a hushed whisper. 

O the tiniest sparkle 
dapple on glassy water 
far from distant heckles, 
my soul freed from shackles.*




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'silver tongue,' you say
frightful compliment which
births performance anxiety
rather than a mere swelling
of a bloated head

today though; this very moment

this tongue's gut-stung
by a full vial of anaesthetic;
come back tomorrow,
perhaps then, we shall
see a much better show*



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we no longer burn bridges
and though we'd never need to
cross back over them again

we build new ones, upstream,
up closer, so much closer
to the heart of our dreams*


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A barely audible creak greeted him
as he entered a still unfamiliar home.
Then a figure approached, step by step;
aged and wizened, unsteady at a walker.

Where it not for his gait and slouch,
he could have been any other.
Now, so much smaller, and frail;
not the monstrous terror of long ago.

There standing, a deer in the spotlight,
shaking off a child's phantom fright;
in the haze of ill-served remembrance;
realising that he loved his dad, all along.*



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would they be
any less -deceased-
or anymore dead

if it got spelt D-E-D?

s'pose what they is
is what they are
none's the wiser*




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sometimes, indecisiveness
is just the wrongest decision
for anyone to ever make

sometimes we just have
to dive in and go with our gut
embracing whatever may result;

sometimes, apologies are enough
when things don't go your way
because it's time to do it ours

sometimes, getting first time right
is not what your life has shown
so, it's okay for me to have another go

it's only taken forty years for you
to realise you love me and be proud
perhaps another forty'll make you really care

your boomer ways are so busted
they don't work here and now
perhaps we need to find our own way

it won't break your ego to be supportive
respect is not earned but extended
perhaps you only need to trust & believe;

every time a child's heart breaks
a memory jolts this scathing parody
perhaps this curse can be broken still:

it doesn't take much to make it right*




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atypical,
in conclusive
      after conviction
once enough--
all-sufficiency
independent of
popular priorities

is to Be or Not
perhaps apart
from partying
to debaucheries

atypical
               this love
begottenness from above
alights anew, like a dove
heaven-sourced repatriation
     vile, in estimation
clouded vision, rejected
by inutile estimation

until a singular day
glistens in the sky

put on your headphones and  listen*




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whole, on widescreen
tumblring at band speed
etched in mindscape

immortalised secret
longing fingertips
touchscreen caresses
offering online trysts

decrepit offline reality
disjointedness tides
monitor-eyed numbness*



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