Taken in lust
His dust
In equality
Floats with the quality.
The abhorred
Whore
Dances with the bishop
Who wisheth
It were not so.
All men must go
To that place
Where the race
ends
And night descends.
Taken in lust
His dust
In equality
Floats with the quality.
The abhorred
Whore
Dances with the bishop
Who wisheth
It were not so.
All men must go
To that place
Where the race
ends
And night descends.
Olivia provides a wonderful description of what reading means to her. One which I wholeheartedly endorse. Kevin
Literature is ever-evolving. Authors are churning out new books with each day, in the hopes they’ll be applauded. They go on, they live, they die, they’re replaced. There is a never-ending list of aspiring writers, but all writers – young or old, new or existing, aspiring or acclaimed – have one thing in common: the reader.
And here I am. The reader who is in love with the simple act of picking up a stack of paper (that just-so-happens to be glued together), decoding letters and forming them into words, and falling in love with people I’ll never meet and places I’ve never been to. Each and every author relies on me and my kind to criticise their books, immerse their being in them, and tell their friends to read them, too. That is the cycle of literature, and a multitude of authors complete said cycle each day: they publish…
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Light fades.
Shades
In forgotten graves
stir.
Black cats purr.
Despair
On a broomstick travels.
Joy unravels
As hope dies
And the vampire
Glides
Through pitch black skies.
The sun on my bookcase.
Books, their plain binding suffused with light.
Cars pass.
The song of the bird, here then gone.
The traffic continues on
Swishing as the great tide
That ebbs and flows.
The bird sings again
Competing with the vehicles noise (and winning)!
A crow khaws once.
A woodpecker joins in.
9:40, sitting at my computer, listening to the morning.
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Sally is very generous and kindness itself. Kevin
To float on a cloud
As angels sing loud
Hymns
about the redemption of sins
Would, I think
Drive me to drink.
The devil would wink
And invite me to sink
To his abode below.
Should I choose to go
There would be good cheer.
bitter beer
and a warm fire, forever near
A girl well spoken.
The doors that could open
close
on this delicate rose.
The primrose path to hell is sweet
But the way back will defeat
Those who walk on dainty feet.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Or you may discover
Something other
Than you bargained for.
Janus stands atop the door
while the raven does khaw.
Waking from a strange dream
I hear the fatal bellman toll.
‘Tis Macbeth’s owl
Signifying death.
A warm bed
On a dark October morn.
My fancy
And the cold note of an owl hunting.