Tag: imagination
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
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Pilgrims Walking – VII
In the morning no sign of the knights Off with their hides, hied to the night Only memories left behind As rind and reminder Life can be like a wine cup, full up of the good stuff Or empty, a wind up bird it can sit in the drawer or fly plenty High hundreds of…
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Definitely Getting In
We started early Gig’s in Marlay No sign of Jacob Names and numbers like a parley On paper in my parlour Scarlet to ring you so early How’s your mother? Grand sure, listen Have you got powder? Ten minutes, sound brudder I’m in me kitchen, yeah Gonna be a growler alri’. Think I’m seeing the…
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Pilgrims Walking – VI
Tired from the road they sought our abode We are utterly smote, one ventures, coughing at fire smoke He chokes down sour wine, hands it over his hand to mine I say this weather will not clear for some time, let us pass time Some light, even a mote, even remote, must show before you…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
Alchemisland 