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 Apr 2017 woolgather
Onoma
Who cooked the Good Book,

didn't the man upstairs know

about the man downstairs?

Being everywhere at once,

means having a hand in everything...

and when free come the will:

who, what, where, when, why

play dead?
 Apr 2017 woolgather
Traveler
I'm but a flirt
Not quite a *****
I do this for fun
Nothing more
A need, an outlet
A friend, maybe four
We all have our places
In the Kingdom of Lords
Come fill my Temple
With silver and mirth
We are but Travelers
Roaming the Earth
...
Pleasant journeys
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2017 woolgather
Mark Tilford
Thinking of you
The night to get through
Thoughts, they are confused
They have consumed
My mind
So many they are not defined
Torcher
So unkind
Why do they, have to remind
The day, of your decline
The day, you left mankind
The day, of leaving me behind
Ending my time
With my partner in crime
Midnight (awake)
At nighttime
In the light shine
Shadows
Not a figment of mind
A sign
That I find
You are here
Can still hear
When I whisper
" my dear "
Midnight (awake)
Laying here
Holding back the tears
Absences of you
Being near
Years
Of waiting
For you to
Magically reappear
Midnight (awake)
Hoping the door opening
To my death is
Near
!!
Midnight, awake
 Apr 2017 woolgather
nivek
sense impressions, unlocked memories
reveal themselves, leach out the past
seemingly random, without order
free to roam at will, a flavoured
remembrance long forgotten
something deep, touched senses
come to visit the present,
knocking at the door of perception.
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