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My faith was never a beacon of light
more of a flickering candle at night.
My Father’s beliefs were always strong
perhaps somehow I got it all wrong.
In spite of those hymns I love to sing
for me it’s more a borderline thing.

But I see things in a different way
I’m not one to spend time praying each day.
For me God’s love is a practical thing too
shared with others in the things we do.
Through help we give to those in need
whoever they are, whatever their creed.

We and our Mountains

Come my boy,
Sit down,
I’ll tell you about my time,
My time in my old town,
Which I hope is doing well,
I passed and left long ago,
Keeping the comedy alive,
For you see there was nothing grand about my time,
But it was a charming time,
A warm time,
All we had then were jokes,
All we had were our mountains,
Mountains full of pride,
Which stood so tall,

It was a charming time,
Difficult nonetheless,
For you see,
My beloved lost her mind,
And it was difficult for me,

Empty Spaces

I dwell in this silence for a while
The echoing thoughts are empty
They await the truths of others
Where are my friends, where are you?

I turned to you in my pain
Seeing nothing you walked away
Why did you not look at me?
Here I am shouting to you.

This silence drains my strength
Where have you all gone
This is why the world is false
We make our own peace within

Many times I have cried out
There the darkness absorbs
The sounds are lost in nothing
Have faith in what, I ask laughing.

Remembering S R Nathan (A Dedication)

I'll remember you as the man who rise
from humble beginnings to represent a nation's pride.
You were the unrelenting natural born leader
who defended our law in spite of foreign pressure.

You always place your country before yourself
through years of services, playing many roles
that earned the respect of everyone in the country.
Among them are the two years of your presidency.


From a Lawyer and Poet

Legality and poetry
are two different things
when you post a snap or poem
'tis yours,
as time is recorded

but you also permit it
for sharing and commenting
see the guy coming
with cement behind
he will cement poetry
with legality
both will solidify into one bulk
so don't sulk

poetry is simple emotion
legal guys
work is to exploit
well up tears
so the jury may feel
how hard up may
one may have been

wake up to the fan....

Im still in Tuesday...

Cessation Modes

Like an evil demon
or a nagging nagger
destroying mind
destroying body
you messed it up
brought it down
took it out
all in time
measured in modes.

With each fly in
landing with a punch
or shock
to your structure
(your muscle structure)
you cannot bear it,
stand it


Bouncing knees
Tensing muscles
Hell by the minute
White pills
Green pills
Brown pills
No pills
It's one big pill!



Windscale gardens are reading hot
below the high box chimney top
equipped the bomb to join
the race
Uranium oxide
saving face
and cesium too
strontium 90
particles spew

in 57' they stopped
the two
no more toxicity
too the blue



Painful to forget
painful not to forget,
not a pleasure to remember
not a pleasure not to remember,
haunted by the shines and the rains
the snow does not soothe the pains.

If time is relative
existence is also relative,
in the nexus of relativity
life moves on weary
since past and present diffuse away without clarity.

Dream of Universal Conduit

Swim free
raise arms
push up
float down
touch gravel
bend knees
stretch up
lower arms
struggle blind

-no light

-no air

break surface
deep breath

-gone fishing


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