The Purpose

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With this site I will bring together various writings, quotes, and poems that interest me and that draw together the themes of my writing.  Rather than write in a conventional way I want to use this site to draw together all the themes of my writing into one full integrated whole.  It will be writing in it’s transparent rawness: at times incoherent how the threads hang together, at times flowing and fully formed.  Technology will aid it’s transparent form, which will also emerge with the writing.

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ROSE SEEKERS

True spirits of the word made from flesh
Draw Rose seekers to the world they knew.
Abandoned to the lonely inward road some
Find the woods adorned with thickets, where
Once blossoms adorned the rambling spire.
Continuing the journey with friends, joined
In a conversation always light and moving
With signs and symbols waiting to shape
The emerging path with rebounding turns,
Words spring forward in Summers embrace.

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AWAITING DREAMERS

Trust is a spoken dream,
Awoken in our passing,
Disguised in the making:
Alive briefly for all to see
As in the flowers first voice.

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SILENCING INNOCENCE

Innocence destroyed her honour restored.
Through the harm perpetrated by that man
Groomed words capture a moment frozen.

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POETRY – POÉSIE

By a surprised seizure,
A mouth intoxicated by
Poesies heart of pleasure
Appears this lighter lie:

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WAKING UP A CREATIVE LIGHT

Waking up beyond the old familiar places
Amongst the new routines, without traces
      Of the deep caring and true smiles; within
A new confinement of fresh virtual spaces
In a homely familiarity, with disrupted faces.

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