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"You tower - me castle" Said Tarzan to Jane. Lets ******* collide and let these prisons fall to the ground. What will be left when those old worn structures are lying in pieces on the earth the relief of a stone returned to its source. No longer suspended in mid air Balanced and cemented in by a strange cruel force of society of institution, of creating safety. There is relief, and sadness, and letting go... in this holy - unholy mess. This twisted mass of rubble, rock, moss and wood. These rocks should be lying on the ground. Nestled into the earth and connected to soil. Let's make it so. Lets tear the whole ******* lot down. Those old prisons of boarding madness Expose them for the toxic dens they are and set others free to rediscover their colour the flower of their youth.
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Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 9:05 AM UTC
Glorious Destruction
I left home Aged 10 Put on a bus and away I went Gone to oblivion Into the void Mum standing on the platform Growing smaller as the bus drove away Already gone. Now a man, I return to that bus Where that boy should have never been. I take him in my arms And hold him, I will not let him go! He can come home to me, Stay with me in my home-heart. We can be together, friends, brothers, partners, companions at arms. You are safe now with me my boy! I will not let you go.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
the bus
“Sorry”,they said, “No matter how many times, You shook your head, Provided with all the necessities, Now move ahead. No matter what you say,no matter what you feel Now get up and be brave, With time,all your wounds may heal You wouldn't be taken care of, So better look for your own meal There wouldn’t be a lullaby singer;make it a habit now There wouldn’t be anyone to wake you up, You have to adjust anyhow, And don’t be a mischievous kid, Now take a faithful vow. Come to us now;it's time for goodbye, They said they’ll love you like we both, Albiet it’s a lie. But you have to be independent now, Go son! It’s a goodbye”.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
It's a goodbye
Delia has seduced the French teacher. She lies beside her in the teacher's bed in the private school her father paid for. It has been a good night. Passions spent. She looks at the sleeping teacher. Dark hair and closed lids. Naked beneath the sheets and duvet. The other girls won't get those French lessons. Delia climbs quietly from bed. She'll shower then go back to her dorm. Still she sleeps. Exhausted poor dear. She showers using the teacher's shampoo and soap. She dries using the teacher's towel. She dresses into her nightdress and leaves the room. Back in her dorm she climbs into bed and runs over the night in her teenage head.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
French Lessons 1987.
You recall that night you crept into Iris's bed while she slept and hugged up close to her in the coldness of the room. She woke and said what are you doing here? And you whispered you were cold and would go in the morning. She said what if they find you here? But she let you stay the night your arms about her waist the smell of her. You wanted to kiss her body but didn't you just lay there and slept until morning. She said you had to go but be careful no one sees you leaving. You left and crept along the corridor to your dormitory with the other girls before they woke. You lay there in the semi dark thinking of her body and her smell and the warmth. No one to tell no other to inform as you lay there in the girls' dorm.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
JODIE'S SECRET 1996.
Iris turns in her sleep, Jodie sleeps beside her, in her dream Iris is a 22 year old teacher again and Jodie the 15 year old student at the boarding school, that night when Jodie crept into her room and her bed, what are you doing here? I'm cold and lonely, you can't come in my bed, I need to be with you, you can't Jodie you'll have to leave,   I want to be warm and not be lonely, not here, must, no, yes, Iris opens her eyes, Jodie snuggles up to her 8 years on, arm around her waist, cheek against her back, sleep sounds, the dream repeats now and then of back to that night, the words echo in the rooms of her mind, you must leave now, can't leave, you must go, need you to keep me warm, not in my bed, Jodie had grabbed her nightgown and wouldn't let go, you must go, no, you must, she didn't leave, she stayed, hugging her close, an owl hooted, moon shone through the gap in the curtain, you must go Jodie, no I can't, she stayed, cheek on her arm, laying there staring in the dark, she lay next to her, just tonight she had whispered, it's illegal Jodie, tired and cold need to stay, she slept the night, no one knew, but she knew, Iris closes her eyes again, Jodie sleeps on, outside the downpour of rain.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
DOWNPOUR OF RAIN 1995.
World watch me, aflame; hear me roaring strange emanations of inner dreams made external, made vivid made real made me made world. Watch and wonder: How did mere mortal learn to speak in godly tongues? World I'll learn, world I'll learn. Just wait, wait for me to grow.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
The Early Days (1)