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here I am after walking around to so many of the wrong wards, told to file and sit, but my how I thought that thought I’d get but I...

don’t mistake a flower for a flower what good is an idea if it can only be found in a book seeing what’s before you and knowing what’s a...

...and this is very wonderful here ghosts tugging at me sharing with me stories in my lives with details forgotten dancing in my mind and...

went to Malmö Copenhagen was great swimming in the harbour sun chairs and wine on woodworks six packs towelling on boats invitingly...

so this fucker was quietly drinking a whiskey the last of summer evenings In attempts to capturing sanity with air signs dominating...

with my peanut fatty salted fingers I destroy a book of love intimacy relationship love the realm of fantasy brought up in faiths...

flashes in my soul as part of a reality that never was but always is eternal and never existing in the same moment until now feeling of...

burn flirtations like prayers for the dead looking out to sea to find intimacy as I try to stand before you This poem was published in...

without any belief and lacking in faith devoid of personal idols not wanting ideology obeying no dogma or having trinkets for security...

a drizzly grey of stiffening heat pins me to my present I wake up waiting for my next sleep thinking of trivialities like, “what to do”...

I have just sat down with my phone you have not written for quite some time your message says your loving is over your place, your home...

The river flowing higher than the road beside the way to the square bellowing through the hedgerows a cow the deep gurgle and babble of...

rainy damp valleys with rivers and forests flowing from the hill warm tea clotted cream jam and scones do remind me hills towering above...

A friend suggested therapy - I now can stress over mono decisions considering more strenuous than doing its obvious as you experience it...

The year draws to a close A lifetime is thrown away And us to sign our names in dust For what does one live Is it today Cos tomorrow is...

Intricately ornately Wall and ceiling painted in quaint Murals turquoise blood red sky blue with brown on cream Drapes and furniture...

Men om du ska gå en promenad varför själv varför inte tillsammans med en ko om du gör det rätt kan du få ett vänligt slickande ansikte...

…och det här är helt fantastiskt spöken som rycker i mig delar med sig av historier ur mina liv med bortglömda detaljer dansar i mina...

utan övertygelse saknar tro fri från hjältar vill inte ha ideologi lyder inga dogmer har inga medaljonger för trygghet fyller mitt inre...

Har jag dött nog, nog många gånger har jag dött bra nog, djupt nog, hårt nog med känsla nog lidelse nog, lust, ursinne, ångest, vansinne...