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#perth
Dreams we dream of you and me. Dreams, a song we sing. You dreamed our cottage by the sea And a meal after a swim. I promise I’ll come home for tea. And a *** to cook it in. It has a lifetime guarantee And recipes for chicken. Dreams we dream of you and me Dreams a day of rest. Paradise a prophecy Two lovers manifest.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
Happy Birthday Dream Girl.
History could hold Clues to the mystery of The mind and its way. Take a moment to Spend time in the memory Of the day before.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
Neurology Haiku #8 and #9
Your heart will always beat, With or without my love. But only you could have shown me Where I can touch it. The fifth intercostal space, Beneath your ****** line. This sacred place under your breast, The apex of your beautiful heart. Now when I find my own, I can only think of you.
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
Apex
I am so full, Little laughs burst out of my mouth And skips hop from my feet Twinkles sparkle out of my eye And happy sighs I am so full Kisses escape my lips And loving words tumble out My lungs contain shouts Of excitement. I am so full I’m fat with love For you.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:02 PM UTC
Love.
Am I drunk? Or are, Oxytocin, dopamine Coursing through my brain?
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Neurology haiku #4
If Love is only Some chemicals in my brain, This brings me comfort Proof that Love exists, Does not reduce its meaning, Just the opposite.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
Neurology haiku #5 and #6
Hypothalamus Shutting down so we can rest Sweet R.E.M dreams.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Neurology haiku #3
The quiet hum and midnight darkness Cool and contained you sit, sealed tight. Cool air on my face and there you are Illuminated in the blue fridge light I roll and turn you in my hands And hold your glass up to my cheek Vinegar stings my fingertips, But the brine is salty and the onions sweet I replace the lid and seal the jar I place you back with care Until my lips taste you again, I’ll remember you there.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
Onions #2
When I told you I had looked up the time of the sunset and the point that was scored when everyone cheered.                        When we first kissed because I was sure                         It was at the same moment. You told me that You had searched medical record for the date and time Of the patient you saw                       When we met that first time.                       Because you needed to know.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Senti-mental.
When I look at you My Occipital Lobe makes My pupils dilate
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
Neurology Haiku #2
An onion can grow from a seed,             From a tiny place and start its  life                                                      from the beginning,                                                                                to its end. Or an onion  can grow from a broken piece of itself.              If it’s tended to carefully                                 and the conditions are favourable.                                                                           And go on again   To begin again.
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Onions #3
Take your time. I’m in no rush. I will show you that I am there When you need me. I’m always going to be responsive to you. If you come to me, I will always receive you. If you touch me, I will touch you back. If you kiss me all over my face, I will lean in to your mouth. If you tip my fingers, I will take your hand. Every time you call, I will answer. I will arrive each time prepared to be set free. To have you let me go, or set me adrift. I accept that this can happen. But until you send me away, I will always come to you and I’ll always be early. I’ll be here steadfast as a lighthouse in the ebb of your tide. Shining my light, until you come to me or pass me by. Whichever way you go, I’ll show you to safety Even if it’s to point you over the horizon. And I would carry you there if it made you happy. You know I would.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
Ebb
Let’s make a world, Where at the end of a long day of work I could hold your hand to your car outside And give you a chaste kiss Just a simple thing, That a new couple does   Because they will miss each other Because you are working late And flying home the next day. Let’s make a world Where one day, if we were married   We could be out at work, And I could give you a chaste kiss when your start your day and I go to my ward And you to yours. And when we fly to your home country We could look after your parents together. And when they die I could hold your hand at their funeral And swing my arm around you. And take you home. Just a simple thing a couple does Because they love each other. Let’s make that world.
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
Simple world.
To lie down with you  in the peace and quiet To feel your soft touch and body near mine Pressed against me Your warmth and taste Your fragrance and pulse To hold you and be near you To feel whole and complete Next to another whole complete person. To have you want me and to want you too To save this touch and put aside my longing To hold you and pick you up with ease Lean into the here and now For the rest of the day And dwell into the eve.
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Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
Lay down.
Little by little your tiny hands And soft cheeks, you're so close to me Unravel into each other Remembering the every day magic Ernest and shy. Nervous and happy. And. Lovely alone time with you. At last a moment together You and a view, take me now. Kisses so soft and gentle Under the sun setting sky Nearly sixty thousand people cheered for us
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
Forever
Christmas is here. Your absence is my present. How lucky I am To have the gift Of missing someone like you.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
Christmas 2019
Come sit here with me my friend. Come and rest your weary feet A comfy seat and window pane As we watch the passing trains And people on the street. Come sit here with me my friend Come and share with me your day This sunny view and empty chair Are not the same Without you sitting there.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Window seat
Little seeds, growing. Little shoots, showing. Water gently flowing, To seeds in the ground. Little bulbs, forming. Little layers, warming. Sunlight is transforming, Little onions in the ground.
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
A series of poems about onions #1
I think about you when I see a barefoot rider. Or hear Fields of Barley or Is this Love. Lime cordial doesn't taste the same. And an egg is just an egg now. Crying Little Birdy, dappled light and swaying curtains Or alto voices that are lower than mine but just as bright. I think about you when I use a dishwasher stick That has the scourer with the detergent in it. When I sit over the crack in a couch. When it rains and it's cold. When I have cold feet. When I slip into cool sheets. I think about you when Father Ted is on. Imagine you in Paul Kelly songs. When I smell cut wood, sanded back. Or salt air. Or see grey hair and weathered loved houses. Or women in vests with lilac blouses. I think about you in the water, When I'm in the shower, or at the beach. When it rains and when I drink. In the blue and green and sometimes silver. Or when I'm smothered in an unrequited love That isn't yours.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
And then you call.
I could delve deep into my self named brain, or just trickle yours, I'm the trickster of the lame and helper of the poor, minded. Ill come at you until you gobble all I have to say you'll have to force it out like puke. So take a deep breath, let the venom in these words seep into your eyes and travel through the chains and locks reflex-fully shut on your heart, to the deepest most brittle parts of your fingernails. Let this feeling bring frisson to your back and spine, give it the power to move your body, slash at your sleep and keep you ever so small at night. Let yourself sleep.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
I swear sleep is a person
Im not one for romance but Her hair, all of the beauty leftover from a palette after a masterpiece is created, who said brown was the colour of **** Her eyes, the green of mother nature that gives my heart a buzz to infinity and beyond. Her nose, the reason I need to smell good. Her lips, the cushions that keep me up at night. Her smile, a capital U, the bliss that eclipses my own and blacks out my thoughts whilst it revs my heartbeat. Her voice, it can babble on like early civilisations but im happy I met-her, for I have so much love to give. Her words, have magnitude to dig holes which would make the sea sunk and send waters to hell to drown my demons, my own revelation. Her jokes, they're pretty bad actually however Her laugh, a record stuck on repeat of all the things I want to hear, the perfect rhythm that sets my soul ablaze and makes me laugh back senselessly. Her hugs, a second home that has everything right with the world inside. Her love, the warmth that sinks its way into every crevice of my heart, with the heat to break bedrock and boil Satan to the heavens, a heatwave of affection that I could surf like a beach *** I love her, I love You. Until time is forgotten or matter and anti-matter stop fighting. I will think about you. The reason I'm still writing...a silly love poem.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Love poem's are cool again
Once upon a time, somewhere When the seagulls speeded With a bike to a night that Popped new tyres and did Not wipe the rain, storm and Long blue letters that spoke, I remember you, I remember you Chillies that swam across the earth To a milky way where seasons Changed, candles blew over Secret nights and lodges Mum Did not know, emotionlessness fails, Don’t fly away because I remember you, I remember you There’s a standing table and Papers all around, the ghost That tiptoed into a bedroom Where an insomniac fooled With magic pen and blue eyes I see you smiling and you know I remember you, I remember you Get on the chair and climb Up to my swing, I’ll take you To my city and show little jingles. I caught the sun inside my- Palm, your little town and A comic store, look at this! I remember you, I remember you I should start making sushies, Swim across a little ocean To find a Mickey world of Endless topics and FIFO workers You're probably goanna **** me For the good things I did not write But you do remember me, don't you?
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Mickey World