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Construuct

Yearend dinner

17.13-17 grams of locally produced beef
Add, 18.9 French onions, 18.11 tinned English tomatoes,
Season.

With 18:24 spaghetti


Do not eat.

Poise-on u:


Onp   mark 8:10

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Choices, choices. Choices…. And a bit of a patch of ice patturn.

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Kuuem

Accepting the blood to drip
Solid stone
From these polished fingertips

Haiku

As defensive weapon 
To still the deep agony
That we wade through

Haiku

The voices children
Sounding, footsteps
That carry us
Past these dying 

Haiku

And make us able
To defend
us, And once again
Be om, Fallow

Haiku

The saturation
Dancing, fellow
Tapping resources, Headwaters

Haiku

I cut you back, As you cut me
Crying smiling, To breath in
And,...coo

haiku

Sometimes rhyming
Always sinning
In the saintly graces, drowning seed

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Breathing Easy Cos of You

The words keep forming
The fingers typing
The sense of our thought
sharing

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Uill

in

a dragon
fight

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Try

umph
ant?

nice baby?

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Door Post Poem - Megprofits

Inter connected already my friend
Submitting to peer pressure and 
Responding to the Fathers Sins, who
Followed the rules and lived and died
As all the others had before

Watching children today, breathing our
Polluted atmosphere, chernoble, coal
And oil, gas blown by the wind
The world over.

Is the world over?

Has the paradise we were born into
Burnt in manmade mega changes
As we filter our passion through
Whom and what our peering Group
Of neighbours read from our actions

And if I use the recycling bins, will
It reduce the amount of plastic the oil
Industry make, or promote making
Usefull items like ploughshares
Instead of guns?

If, I ‘do my bit’, does it help you
Or ‘them’ do theirs; n’ does it 
Reduce the numbers of landmines
My country manufactures, or the
Number of children with stubs for Limbs



If I turn off lights when I ought to
And make stuff last a bit longer
Or ‘make-do, fix and mend’ will it
Alter the amount of resources used
By status symbols in their buying,
Accommodating or maintenance? 

If I walk instead of drive
Will it solve anything
Am I less likely to get breast cancer?

I am doing my bit
I always have been
And so have all the rest of you

So we obviously deserve 
all that comes to us - its no-ones fault
Merely the training provided
and responded to and the everlasting
Landscape of one of Gods Days.

And when they said ‘wind farm’
And some of us thought ‘Jobs’
And some of us thought of dead birds
And atmospheric community provisions
And we leant upon our trained officials 
For answers
And then we started fighting

Was that still in One of Gods Days

Small island off the coast of UK
Mainland, perfect for nuclear fission
New clear waste, large amounts of concrete
Easy to make mega profits to spend on 
Status symbols

Why?

Apathy,. Mate, and fire-fighting and
The ever present command to 
‘dominate the earth’, ‘to be divided’ and 
Recognise 2 sorts of humans, male 
And female….. Or them and us

Just press the button as the best bequeathment
And inheritance - life is obviously not enough all on its own.

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Not-Iced

sentenced to hell at the age of birth
and living within the living well
the urn of fortune casts the wheel
and stones test me hub pin

the frozen frustration, the liquid fire
ignites the lift, into the light, and sets 
the gong of fortunes keening,
at a wicked glance.

eyes, i senses your grapid beauty
the column ant that endless be
the insisted insistance that closed the gap
and widened the meaning of buttress

thought i saw, a space of grace
in you
thought that lonely plane of war
was you
thought the gott-ya, before the 
answer, got the better of ri
and the frozen, bones, of hallowed, grave
soulfulled inside the rivers maeve,
and gladness,  tried a few steps, upon
the thin ice.

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Coming

Looked to see, and correlated datats, and 
When the uk women of the higher education status, sed
Highest rates of alcohol consumption in the world
And then the Oman, womens page said they are also 
High in educational achievements

My still working liver, cringed


You, government sadistic, who suggest increasing taxes by increasing prices
Oh. Jah, great idea.
Can’t you see, or don’t you care, or are you as punched in the scrotum as me
That sees the bliss the world is, and the mess of all those years of poor-me

N’ theres Zambia, with connected links to web pages, months or years out of date
And a third of national income, still owing in interest only payments, that never 
end
And theres uk, with its 5th richest world country status, and 1, 000000000000, 
quids of personal individual debt…. Owed to the systems.

If I gave up, and tried to drink myself to death. Would it help.

When we sed, I love you, with a punch in the privates, and a lisping kiss of deadly
Flowers,
What psychological warfare were we perpetrating

You proved you think 
You proved you think I shud eat chocolate, good for my iron intake, bad for my 
gums

Andd the lonely hearts column, that mooves itself to sleep each night, that the 
acrosstic pipers 
Let it dance

Drys, like a broken fist fuuned punt


Oh. Sorry darling…. Was it you I was to attend to

And daarling… shorely… you find my broken dreams arousing
Shurelly, you grin in private joy, at the effect of your masterful
Manna
And when you finally realise that dominate the earth
Means look after it

And divided means respect individual unique perspective

And mourning means, new day

Will the skin you whip with your master bait eronary, credentials
Suffice,… with its small pinprinkles and the tongue of the dreaded spite

Woven into the blanket, that next you nurture, to k ill the weak members of this 
world
So you can prove you love.

All breathing is action.
All action is a cross stick
All sticks are carrots

o. please. Master. Please proove.
There is choice.
Hope.
u.
Have.
Gone.
Dry.
Hone
i.

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Intentional Straategies

Intentional straategies

Dry ink blink
Ressurection
An’ rise above the pain
So the tit for tat
Is more easy


Love
Starts so early
Combat
Pain
Regain


Status
Of perfection
Made in an image

Open
Choice

Ock, aye
‘cept for when the 
Coping strategies sigh
Into the willow tree
And the organised alternative
Cause friction

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Snow Crowds

species in belief?

sitting in snow

   long-term species survival?

dancin in snowflakes
   group cohesion
   ?

coheads binds crystalises

   FLOODS

MAKEDOES

   fusion

Ice
   reign hails

Hailing

   mannas

breathin......

   stammers

fullstops . . .

   cycle, an' foolishly i thought on through
    catching breath in wind, fortune-ate