elixir, a poem

elixir deep in the sacred centre of my genesisthe root of my craeb the fountain of my spiritthe loud-crying stone of my validationthe spark of my flame’s ignitionthere are my many destinies, infinite and eternal like seeds sometimes I feel I could reach through the marbled liquid layers of my years to the first cry […]

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turtles all the way – er – in.

    i’ve listened to the scientists and this is my reply; respectfully i must advise, we don’t see eye to eye. my animistic atoms making predetermined shapes, mechanically intending everything from stars to apes, just flout the simple sanity of your established science and seem to treat the ‘evidence’ with cavalier defiance.   you […]

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the pilgrim’s protest

the dragon paused and her wild line
of spark enclosed a dark flame-shine
and she scathingly said with never a word
that never gong’s song was ever so heard
yelling or spelling or telling the young
spark upon dark of the ancient rare
crackle and glitter of reactive air
which from stillness and silence is wrung.

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the cats claws.

oh it’s good to be a fish and i’ve heard some wish
they could fly where the eagle soars
but i’d rather be a cat all shiny and fat
with me paws full of awesome claws.

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