Expectancy

The prolix extended to centre winds that blew, forming fusion intent to allocate the emptiness, succumbed, that grew, new reflections journeyed wherever strangers, suspended, threw your memory, and I can’t breathe this stale air. On dark mountains we walked paths lit by moonlights lies and romantic twists. Travelled softly, in quieter times, to swim in... Continue Reading →

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Saturated Misgivings

Assimilation voids agendas, That sacred place Of sustained sadness, Where we line humanity To pawned hopes, manipulated By those dry old bones, Ready for kindling? What a gift they waste On their malnourished lies, The potential of the beautiful, The children of lost gods, When will we stand beside you? Poem © Phen Weston 2014

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