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Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Please Live

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

Morning Candle

Welcome Jack

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Frozen Retreat

Sacred Crone

A Silent Knowing

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

Dragged

I'm Strong Enough to Thank You

Every Step

Whatever!

Carpe Diem

JOEL

A mon fils

TO SARA

GrAttitude

Senses

Crisp and Clear

For everyone and no one

Random Joy

Redemption

 

Night bus home

No matter the weather of the day
I always welcome the chill air of night
After I finish work
I relax with a cigarette and
Listen to whichever songs play
On whichever device I have at hand
Eventually I alight the bus
Smile and show my ticket and
Head to the seclusion and sanctuary
That is the back seats to relax
I message my beloved just to say
I love you and I am on my way
Onward I am taken driven home
By a nameless driver whose face I know
I silently hope that others get on
To spare me the inevitable passenger
The one who is loony and
Tells everyone and anyone the same
Story I have heard many nights before
To others and indeed myself
Accompanied by the horrible smell
That seems to be on him and fills the bus
Nowadays I pretend to be asleep
To deter him from bothering me
More nameless faces board the bus
Either heading home or off to work
A few stops from my destination
I switch off my music and remove headphones
Ready to leave when the bus halts
Then all that is left is
A short walk across the rails to home
Where my beloved awaits
Either awake or deep in sleep





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