‘Storm Area51’ Creator Unveils Plan for 1.7M runners.
The man who convinced more than 1 million people to “storm Area 51” in search of its alien secrets has emerged from an undisclosed location to explain how a simple “joke”…
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Travel in Daydreams
I travel the world in daydreams. I become someone else sometimes. I live to a ripe old age and then I become myself completely satisfied. I follow no one. It…
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The Traveller
All throughout shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain echo As the luminous sea fog erodes in skeins…
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The Blew Eagle Cafe
I drove down to the Blew Eagle cafe, knowing it was risky, wanting it to be. Traffic howled on the bridge overhead. There were freighter horns and train whistles, boxcars…
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The Fall is Coming
The sun glares down on me whilst the cold in the air gives me goosebumps, The days becoming shorter leaving sunsets with less of its colour and more of the…
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The Prime Mover
On a journey Without signposts, Is Your unmoved presence, An indication In the causation of a wanderer, How to find azimuth If not in the true-blue act.
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Go ye Moon
My life is so bright As I am enjoying the moonlight For the moon every night I wait for I know it will come up for sure I can see…
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Martial Warriors
As the northern breeze passes by the men in green spurt Through the wild trees, Some in anticipation, Some in trepidation, Striving to attain a single goal; To serve their…
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Lake cottage
On the edge of a lake, A cottage, Nestling among trees, A mere spec from the shore. Some songs un-born, Reside in a grieving heart, Seeking solitude in that Already-isolated…
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My Night In A Black Curtain
We wished to know Each other Like night and spoon. I hear myriad spoons Giggle night after night On prized tables, I hear unbroken sound Of spoons dancing in joy,…
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Reconnoitre
I delve into life. I question my reality. I examine, search and seek. let us tour this earth. discover its glories. let us leave no stone unturned! let us turn…
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The void that follows death.
What makes death heavier than all the hurdles of pain we’ve held? In seconds, as heartbreaking as it is, it was always inevitable, no matter how much our hearts yearn…
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Blue Sky through Bare Branches.
I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches,the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back,clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place.I long for the stillness of…
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