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Noting that sound Some times the clock sings out a tune at 6am though I can’t hear it it clocks the time I really should be heading somewhere gentle though I don’t feel it I sight the note from a thought in a room over in a place where I can’t sense it Some times the mind says something I can’t seem to see though I can’t abide it it thinks the thoughts of a time when I want to wander though I sometimes think it I grant myself the notion to be on the hour, each time though I’m not aware of it e… Continue

Fun – and life flow together when thoughts just flow and when that’s how to be so feel the joy of being a part of life’s journey and let it flow – just feel the breeze along the way and advance which when thought about would be right for fun is being the carefree self of youth and life’s natural habits become natural fun

I wake up to a world of silence Car brakes relaxing into that Sunday groove Mouths slowing down into a muttering mood Minds calming down into a Yoga frame Nature paying respect too to Silence Is Golden, not the way today is? Religiously we pay homage to Silence, and thank Him above For giving us a day off being hyper.

The lawyer is being chased someone is watching and somehow there's no looking back The train comes in, at Mitcham Junction No, please say Balham. The lawyer has looked back and saw a man in dark glasses. Chilling. The air bites, the platform gritty. The night still and cold. The neon light, daunting Casting grave images. The air is heavy with expectation of him getting the info before they catch him. The air bites, the platform, gritty. He escapes, John Grisham wins. The lawyer anchors hom… Continue

I could just compare you to a Summer's Day your face gently brushing against the summery breeze, in fields where the saplings move like waves, in the green blazored patchwork If it weren’t for your presence, I would have wilted in ‘drilled’ disharmony & complete discomfort I can just about but flick my eyes and actions just say it in volumes, loudly, very It was not the sunset that made me go homeward bound, nor the grit in my eye which drew tears and gave me palpitations So strong, that… Continue