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When darkness presents and starts to commence. Sense makes no sense,Senses are nonsense,Sensible becomes insensible,Terrible. You look and see nothing,You touch and feel something,You listen and hear too much,Taste? I have not tried it as such. The thought one guides my step,Going and going with my grip and grep.One face,…
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This poem describes an intense, swirling emotional whirlwind that transforms reality, a journey that ends with a sudden, final zap, leaving behind a clear, empty sky. And a new world.
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Wczoraj znowu trudne starania. (C, e)Zapominania, zapominania. (G D)Odkręcania spraw niewymówionych,Dotyczących głowy lewej strony. Prawa strona nigdy nie zapomina,Rozkład trzyma jak ten terminal.Już planuje, już coś tam rozdziela,Niepamięci nie zna ni zmęczenia. Dzisiaj dużo gości w głowie (e C)A ja czekam, aż to przeminie sobie. (G D)I spróbuję rozmowę począć…
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This one came after a night of talking about ghosts. And a little inspiration from “The Pirates of the Carribbean” and “I Zombie”. Uuuurrraaarrhuuhm!We’re the zombie horde,We crunch, we chew, we gnaw,Start with brain down the vocal chord!Gnarly snap. We’re the bad unseen,Chill touch, high-pitched scream,We sniff the heat of…
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I composed a short poem in Polish to lift the spirits of a dear friend who was feeling overwhelmed by the heavy weight of leadership responsibilities. I wanted to remind them that they are not alone and that their strength, even when tested, inspires others. Napisałem krótki wiersz po polsku,…
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Partly inspired by Jack Reacher (a character from my series), partly by the abandoned farms in the Highlands connected to the Clearances, partly by how I see travelling — leaving no trace behind — and partly because I really wanted midges to appear in the poem. Coignafeainternach.Monadhliath track.Wind skims the…
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