As I sit in my favourite spot in the house my mind wanders to you. The music plays and I just let my thoughts wander along. Sitting here on the kitchen floor back leaning against the washing machine, knees bent and feet against the oven door. I never really noticed just how small this room is before, but here… here in this spot I always feel at peace. I always seem to take the best pics here and always seem to write the best sat here. I’ve had the most funniest and most saddest conversations here. On the kitchen floor…

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Song… Ward Thomas “Carry you home”

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Dark night

sky inky black,

Soft sounding train

goes clickity clack,

Travelling onwards

people like sheep sit inside,

Ignore all the sheeple

train in tunnel it does hide,

Gaze turned outwards

across meadow bare,

Soft tendrils of mists

swirl and stretch so aware,

Mist it gathers stronger

in dyke drain and field,

Car bounce its headlights

mist now fog does not yield,

Blanket the road

just cannot see,

Car screech at junction

a narrow miss to be,

Fog it spreads over

hedgerow and more,

To blanket a forest

so much thicker than before,

Fog entwines with magic

hide forest from all eyes,

Full moon watches on

with incandescent stars across skies,

For deep within this forest

tonight,

So deeply hidden

but with the moons blessing light,

Fairies softly glow

making lights in the trees,

The oldest of oaks

gives the gentlest sneeze,

Rabbits and hares

dance in a ring,

Birds still awake

so breathtakingly sing,

Deers softly drink

from elegant lake,

Mice voles and shrews

make peace with the snake,

Pixies dance

the night away,

An owl hoots a warning

of approaching new day,

Old oaks all give thanks

on the murmuring zephyr,

An echo of thanks

softer than a feather,

Dawn slowly breaking

glorious pinks and gold across skies,

Natures magical hidden world

away from prying eyes…x.

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Song… Nickelback “How you remind me”

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Still sat here mind

worlds away

I just keep thinking

Don’t do this today,

Don’t let your mind

Rake over memories of old,

Dont you know what you have

Is more precious than gold,

Ahhh… I give up on this before I start! Growl…

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Softest of flakes fall

come to rest,

Temperature perfect

they settle so blessed,

Shouted words spoken

with sadness and dread,

I hate you how could you

I wish I was dead,

Anything better

than looking at you…

Door slams

gravel crunch,

Forgive me he implores

she had followed her hunch,

Car started tyres screech

she pulls away fast,

Heart hurting heavy

please don’t let this last,

Flakes come down thicker

a lot faster to,

Hide the icy road

a danger from view,

Take the bend to sharp

weight shifts lose control,

Heart thundering eyes tears

cars on a roll,

Land back on its wheels

embankment so steep,

Car starts to slide

its driver in sleep,

Her last split second

memories of love,

Please guardian angels

hear me above,

Car horn sounds

an eerie warning of dont go,

Car door slams

the screaming of no,

Footsteps pounding

night silence but horns scream,

Please please please please

let this be a dream,

Blood so much blood

landscape painted red,

Please don’t let it be

but there she is dead,

Hair splayed like a halo

face pale like snow,

Even in death

exquisite beauty aglow,

Body all broken

glass all life red,

Her very last words

I wish I was dead…x.

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Written to… Lady Antebellum “Just a kiss”

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I still sit here slipping through the songs, time ticking down the line. My thoughts going into overdrive as it tries to find order in the chaotic disorderly whirlwind that litters the landscape. The multiple layered warren of corridors filled with dank and dusty rooms for me to run down as I chase glinting evocative words singing sweet lullabies like a sultry sirens call… how can I refuse but to follow leaving plumes of dust in my wake. Anything for just a glimpse of some long forgotten treasury of grammatical error free penmanship evoking life to treasured words…. grrrrrr… my mind is going far to fast and I fear I’ll never catch these words I desire. So I stop. Just stop. Full stop. Dead stop. And I see myself inside sat in some long forgotten walk way slowly crumbling with memories age…

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Smile your smile

one smile I melt,

Heart zappingly poetic smile

sparks tingle I felt,

Your arms

so strong,

As wrapped around me

all night long,

Whispering shivers

against my skin,

Trembling rush

sweet pleasure within,

Damn growl… quit this, its a no. I dont like it. It sounds the same as a hundred before I mean just growl… not for me not this time, I’ll peg it on a paper somewhere down the line…

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Maybe I should give up for tonight? Maybe that elusive word or words I’m seeking will come in lucid dreams where soft thoughts spiral echos grazing across my skin… hmmmm? Maybe. Maybe not. Sigh….

Good night.x.