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some are motivated by love
and some by hate
for some,now, is enough
while some just wait..

some,fly like  doves
and some plummet..
some dance in the buff
and some don´t..

some are off the cuff
some just can´t..
some cut it off
while others arn´t

really bothered..bluff..
some never start
some are duff or naff
some will eat your heart

and complain-tough!?
some never part-
some eternal of
the poisonous dart..

and some say stuff
a lot
here and gone oof..
too hot..

like a liitle bit of fluff
in your pocket
alien life-
hurry it..

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hello-are you there?
you look
you find-

like gold in
the red desert
or love-

phrenology
ontology-
in your mind

or a butterfly minding
it´s own
do we choose..

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what is mineis
mine and whatis
yours..

civilization has been
in place for 2000 years
but as tennyson said

let ten thousand years pass
and then we wil talk of progress..!
possession will not last..

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shall we share
some universal tune
a magical aire

like the air
or will we have to
say we are through-

die away-
greed wins
live on the moon..

relationships are difficult
they begin ok
but some skip that
and become trade

wars and memory-
****** comparisons
psychological spat
quite quickly..

and then for you
young ones-twenty years on
you get to wondering-
what happened..

identity

look into
your mind
what will you find
something mean
something kind

some concrete
symbolic sign
some chattering teeth
an endless line
stretching to
infinity..

doobie hubris scroll
spider webs..me..
o i was wondering where that
got too..
vinegar or wine
some ancient hyroglyphic
for time..

look into your mind
a melody
that will not go away..
some fine sentiment-
a crutch a touch
the sun sets
plop!

have a look
some books
the odd cluck and
i mean odd
something too laugh
about-success
and failure..

what they told you as a child
i say blimey..
ambition..tradition to
**** a wren-
aliens and divers monster
uncle stan the dice man..

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that was then this is now
fear like some exotic twine
tie them together
what is in my mind-
(a ten per center..)
a little voice that i sometime hear
and sometimes ignore-

and sometimes say o dear
like a lazy lion-
looking out of my bars
upon the stifling plain
in the lonesome jungle
it says in a falsetto-
do  you remember..

and what if it all accrue
sigh-what if momento gathers
like a  runaway ooo
what if the variables go poo!
hey,we are out of here
and the inevitable is so-two
and two equals four..

run out of spine
a single line-
ah,the emperors new clothes
more and more the draught
has become  storm and room 101
is the generation game-
nice to see you..

what if i run out of stars
and fear the reaper or worse
a poet´s curse-
getting what they wants
there is little left
but that is the known universe
love is bereft
to a purse..

has their ever been
a more vain generation?
they paint themselves
and hole extremeties..

laughing at nothing..
but is that not the nature of youth?
loud and uncouth
as we once were..

it was a criticism
so i drank instead
kind of lost the thread

i only understood
my pain
when i was drinking

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do you sometimes think
the world is nuts
(where the monkey puts m..)

there is milk and honey
but it takes guts
you think too much..

am i contrast my friend
doubt can send you around
the bend..

if you want me-
where two parallel lines
collide

don´t think me luddite
but if it was up to our kind
we would still live in caves
watching the sun rise

in the quiet of the light
o gentle mind..
the old gods sway
the birth of man cry..

or some sweeties
probably..spanish treasure!
anyone remember..?

dessicated coco-nut..yummy..
wrapped like a pirate´s
lost gold and silver

trunk buried and found
by me ..on some remote
desert island..

when suddenly from out
of the sky comes another
and they proceed to love one

another-alien lovers sweet and
tender hover..touching and
caressing over me and

the water..i would close my eyes but
can´t..cause i can´t..
look away..

he gently licks her swiveling eyes
and there is love and prehistoric
cries..

there is the way of the gods
blue and green
there is

time to come
the reeds sway and dance
nidits on their separate way..nidit day..

a new dance in-it!?
called the nitid
do the..

nitid-the nitid wings of
the dragonfly shimmered
as it hovered over the pond!

(nature is great inspiration!)
look now, i am a fish
looking up-an alien

or a god..o the colours..
what´s with the hands?
gills..

look i wave my tail!
very nice-like green
and blues..

early to be smoking
best time
the breeze blows..

i have been working on dance
says lil in the present tense
what is this?

in the uk we had a hundred years
of workers struggle for decent wage
and conditions

to be thrown away for
tax breaks
and delivering hamburgers

in the eighties..skilled men
no more-service industries and
door to door

no more steel works or mines
no more ship building
towns decimated by unemploment

never to recover and
one pound an hour..
i would never have guessed lily

yes,it is a waltz
three four
and spaced travel..

wells believed when we
had enough then it was
apparent-the door in the wall..

i mean,death as a reality-
ontology-part of metaphysics,
apparently..

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what i like
is yesterday
or today is a level sea
see,i am as good
as you-in theory..
the white and the black..
unless of course and
i laugh at my fancy
proviso-you are better
then me-hey,i will not
look back but roll like a
calf in clover, that is
this moment..

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the door in the wall and
ontology-breakfast reading
with my egg and soldiers..

i prefer the middle road
now i am old
still lost in colour..