The chatter of trees is not to be heard
Nature's wisdom hidden in the cracks of pathways
A long Crown Street-where I see no bird.
Its affection an emptiness that is given
To the workers and down and out.
Ideas and thoughts melt in sweat;
Scent now odour
Within this summer heat in spring.
Sentences in limbo inside my head
Their meanings taken out of context
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MG
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Fanatastic play on Tuesday evening at Mission Australia. Anyway my best for week 6-12 was the poem;
'Anarchy: What was the Question?'
thanx for your kind remarks for my journal too. during the break I will be trying erotica goth female verses. lol
Don't worry they will be going on my Bebo page.
See Ya Later.
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