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Kick up the leaves
In the quiet of dark, I wander
As green brown leaves meander from
Mourning finger like, motherly branches.
They drop dead but make pretty spirals that can be kicked
To be kept up. Their green siblings bud anxiously.
Distant cars hum and their amber lights glisten like
The lost stars that I can hold in the palm of my minds
Eye and turn into a carousel of memories.
Beneath fishing-boat lullaby soft, ink black sea,
You, my friend, prowl.
In the belly of an iron beast that you’ve made your home
You never see a single storm or feel the wave’s dash against the hold,
You work, sleep and watch the world spin in a whirlpool.
Is it such a distance, between two friends?
Especially in the mind where we can finally play tricks?
Kick up the stars on a Carmarthenshire bay,
Hold the relentless tide in a whisper
Of waved hellos to the inky starlit sky
Watch the sun caress the ocean at open and close of day.
Keep safe on the high seas my good friend,
While I meander through the carousel of m
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The Kardomah Kids Last Drink
My name is unknown
But they call ne the Kardomah Kid,
And you will find me sitting at the window.
But tonight will be the last time you see me at the saloon.
I have a young mans face and artists hands,
Although in truth, I am over a hundred years of age,
But you might not see me
Because as you watch, you’ll note I’m vanishing away.
This is my family’s tree
My grandfather built this place
At the turning of the Swansea Blitzkrieg.
I have watched many lovers become divorcees
And watched them turn from babe to old
Before the sipping of my final coffee.
The kids still gossip here, though they don’t talk
of Garbot.
It’s all Hiddleston and Artic Monkeys on the go,
Same conversation but the names have changed.
Many of my favourites have come and long gone
They left for lifes of desperation or fame, my favourite,
The clown in the moon has his painting on the wall.
Once more gently into the good night,
And all these things that I have dared to see,
And I’ve wa
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Literature
The meaning of happiness
The doctors asked me what I want to do before I die?
I told them how I wanted to just laugh, cry
And be happy.
They told me “I don’t understand”
And told me that I should fear the death,
And I laughed and ignored each reprimand before
Saying:
“Then you will never find the meaning of happiness in anything.”
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Top of the stairs
Every morning when walking through the front door, my father appears at the top of the stairs and calls why I haven’t asked him for a cup of tea. I reply “because you’re on the night shift” and he tells me he’s not before retreating to the recesses of my mind.  
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Writers block
Dream me a place where I can be myself.
Where the summer drifts on a warm autumn breeze & the whisper of leaves swells your soul.
Where the rain melts the window pane, laughter echoes down sun lit streets,
And the geese gossip in the school yard instead of the farm.
Where tales grow taller, and old ones become brand new,
Where friends become dearer and enemies become closer and nearer,
The morning conversations melt into last night’s music.
Dream a place and I’ll show you your personal haven.
And I will write it just for you.
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Cathedrals
These mountains are what I call the land of my fathers
My Sundays rest and where I find inspiration best,
Behind a lost cigarette viewed eyes
And white clouds dance through
Storm greys.
These mountains are the tips of belief,
These mountains are not conquered by man, beast, devil or angel,
And neither can a poet or writer sum up their beauty or twist in words.
These mountains are not to be conquered, dug through by politicians.
These mountains were crafted by either God or some geological push,
And they are to be revered as such.
These mountains are cathedrals where I practise my religion.
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please stay in the forest.
the little girl climbs the branches of a
strong boy,
a boy made of redwood and oak and cherry,
stable as those old old trees that are
silent and captivating in their ability to survive
against all odds.  
this tree, his branches are placed perfectly for her
small feet and thin fingers to clasp
and pull herself upwards,
slowly, reluctantly, but she's been climbing
them for quite awhile. so she climbs to
the leafy canopy,
to find a cool nest of green dewy leaves
waiting there for her –
a caress that is perfectly molded to her body,
open arms that know her every curve,
and are willing to hold her tighttighttight
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swing her legs up over the lip of safety  
and fall
fabric fluttering
hair pushed back from her face, eyes dry in the
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The Girl at the Coffee Shop
The girl at the coffee shop didn't notice me at first. She didn't realize that I lived right around the corner and that I stopped by almost every day after school to stock up on enough caffeine to get me through my homework, if not the evening as a whole. Sometimes I brought a friend or two along and we'd put our heads together and power through whatever new horror our biology teacher had assigned us that day. But I always seemed to get sidetracked and I'd prop my chin up in one hand and send more than subtle glances in her direction as the girl at the coffee shop steamed milk and stirred lattes, every now and then smiling her gentle, off-hand smile. It seemed like everyone knew, that everyone had heard how one day she would look over and see me and I'd walk right up to her and tell her how beautiful she was and how she haunted all my waking dreams with her quiet, mysterious air and deep green, thoughtful eyes. Although it didn't exactly happen that way, it was pure chance the day we m
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In the quiet of dark, I wander
As green brown leaves meander from
Mourning finger like, motherly branches.
They drop dead but make pretty spirals that can be kicked
To be kept up. Their green siblings bud anxiously.

Distant cars hum and their amber lights glisten like
The lost stars that I can hold in the palm of my minds
Eye and turn into a carousel of memories.

Beneath fishing-boat lullaby soft, ink black sea,
You, my friend, prowl.
In the belly of an iron beast that you’ve made your home
You never see a single storm or feel the wave’s dash against the hold,
You work, sleep and watch the world spin in a whirlpool.

Is it such a distance, between two friends?
Especially in the mind where we can finally play tricks?
Kick up the stars on a Carmarthenshire bay,
Hold the relentless tide in a whisper
Of waved hellos to the inky starlit sky
Watch the sun caress the ocean at open and close of day.
Keep safe on the high seas my good friend,
While I meander through the carousel of memories
And kick dying leaves as I go
Kick up the leaves

In the quiet of dark, I wander

As green brown leaves meander from

Mourning finger like, motherly branches.

They drop dead but make pretty spirals that can be kicked

To be kept up. Their green siblings bud anxiously.

 

Distant cars hum and their amber lights glisten like

The lost stars that I can hold in the palm of my minds

Eye and turn into a carousel of memories.

 

Beneath fishing-boat lullaby soft, ink black sea,

You, my friend, prowl.

In the belly of an iron beast that you’ve made your home

You never see a single storm or feel the wave’s dash against the hold,

You work, sleep and watch the world spin in a whirlpool.

 

Is it such a distance, between two friends?

Especially in the mind where we can finally play tricks?

Kick up the stars on a Carmarthenshire bay,

Hold the relentless tide in a whisper

Of waved hellos to the inky starlit sky

Watch the sun caress the ocean at open and close of day.

Keep safe on the high seas my good friend,

While I meander through the carousel of memories

And kick dying leaves as I go

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