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Category Archives: Author/Writer, Raconteur
Advice
Don’t give me the answers to the questions you ask. Make me think. Show me an example of your imagination. Excite my mind. Capture me with your opening line. Grab my attention. Let your inspiration light a spark in my … Continue reading
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Tagged change, http://danielkemp.co.uk/, London, pain, Writing
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The Human Race
We, as humans, I’m including myself in that collective plural although I can understand why some may think differently of me, are the only living form on this planet that can reason, understand a point of view held by others, … Continue reading
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Tagged culture, darwin, http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/, humans, intellect, life, London, opinions, thought, transmutation
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THE WORLD I LIVE IN:DYING MAN
Originally posted on giltalks's Blog:
When am deep in my world My head spinning to the sounds of silence Breathing the air of violence Bleeding,my arm on my ribs On my knees as flashes of doted lines upon my…
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The Phone Call.
I wrote this one on seeing a lady in tears whilst speaking on her mobile phone and gesticulating, wildly, with her free hand. The Phone Call. Why must I listen to your news standing here, With my mobile phone pressed … Continue reading
The Style, by Danny Kemp.
I believe the saying goes; ‘as graceful as a Gazelle,’ but having never seen one live I cannot vouch for the authenticity of that. I will, however, accept its truism. I wonder though if a Gazelle ever looked around, if … Continue reading
AS THE WIND DOES BLOW.
As the tide does turn, With its ebb and flow. So a tree will bend, As the wind does blow. As a heart does ease, With a loving touch. So a memory will return, If the pain is too … Continue reading
On the altar of love
Originally posted on jugransunita:
I am readyTo be sacrificedOn the altar of love. I watch with fascination As my body is sanctified Sandalwood paste Making my skin, smooth and fragrant Sprinkled holy water Falls like cold rain Drops adorn me…
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Your Greatest Gift Is Your Imagination.
As happiness is simply a concept, and pure love only lived in a dream, If your imagination became your reality, could life be lived to the extreme? As the extreme must by nature be infinite, then how could one ever … Continue reading
If I Had A Soul That Was Alive, Your Presence Would Fill It And Give Me Hope.
A star burst in the night sky. The sparkling dust entered your heart, And settled there. Allowing you to dream of making a new start. A wave burst onto a stoney shore. It swept all before it, and cleansed … Continue reading
FAMOUS, by Les Bush.
FAMOUS I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous, the cream of the crop; I’m gonna crawl, walk, run, sprint, scratch my way to the top. Immerse myself in imagination, drown in illusion; dance deliriously and deftly, let myself … Continue reading
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