"Birth Right" (Entry 401)

Repression of succession

Right from one's birth. 

Question the selection

Of your place on this earth. 

Progress in your profession 

For true talents in dearth. 

Impress on unique expression 

You are more than their worth.

"Breathe the Journey" (Entry 343)

The straight and narrow road

leads to stifled rules and choked permission.

Take the rocky cobble-stoned path

to pulsed breaths of fresh ambition.

"A Vintage Life" (Entry 272)

Rebel against the newness of today.
And retrofit the future with yesterday.
Time Travelers are cyber-punking,
Riding the wave by attic trunking.
Slot in ambition with memory.
Vintage colour what has yet to be.

"The Wake Up Call" (Entry 237)

Tough!

Enough is enough!

Out of the rough,

you're no duffer.

A cuff to the ear.

The ringing reaches brain.

The strain.

To lift vibration and take the pen.

To write, and read, and think in positive.

Are you fluent?

"Whisper" (Entry 190)

They're talking in whispers.
Behind closed doors.
Dealing out justice,
gossip and chores.
Blighted with phlegm,
delirious of power.
Middle management meetings
onwards to grasp the Ivory Tower.

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"Forbidden" (Entry 189)

Forbidden.
To step across the threshold into the realm of anything behold.
Beyond temptation through expression of relief.
Flying deeper to desires, infinite belief.
Imaginations come to life,
cutting thought with fantasy's knife.
Be careful on noting agreements law.
With it comes, foreboding of what's been before.

"Cafe Conjuring" (Entry 169)

She liked to sit in the quiet corner of the cafe.
To stir good fortune along with the sugar.
To conjure calmness on spilt milk.
To meddle in magick beside the muffins.
To sprinkle dreams on top of the chocolate.
To shape love within the foamed hearts.

She watched the truth of life descend on her fellow companions,
she sent out positivity to all even though they never spoke to her.
The circle of life,
full of beginnings and endings they thought.
She knew different.
If they only asked her.

The Dealt Hand" (Entry 140)

Get used to it.
This is your life.
If you feel like it's a backhand,
The world and the cards you were dealt.
Or rigged, a cheat or a sleight.
Change it all!
Get off your knees. It's you who's knelt.

"What is Lonely?" (Entry 112)

She liked it there.
Alone
in her room.
Safe.
Belongings to hand.
People thought she must be bored and
lonely.
But what is lonely?
She wasn't.
Plenty to do.
The sort that was comfortable
in her own skin.
That's when she was
alone,
that is.
To begin with,
they tried
to get her involved.     Outside.     In the world.
Then
they stopped.
No one bothered anymore.
She wasn't bothered.
No more than she was lonely.
It was when she wasn't
alone.
That's what bothered her.

"First Time" (Entry 110)

"There's a first time for everything!"
He yelled.
As he jumped out of the plane.
All about firsts.
The adrenaline junkie.
Trying all things dangerous
and strange
and new.
Not one to live in fear,
so everyone thought.
They were wrong.
Everything he did was because of fear.
A childhood full of scared and scarred memories.
Only way to deal -
Go for it!
Full engines, raring to go.
Cars and mountains
and treks and bikes
and rivers and oceans
and food. Any notion.
Trying everything that came his way.
Even today.
First time for everything,
as this red letter day
led him to skydive.
First time for everything
and today
was his first time to die...
and his last.

"Sparkle in the Void" (Entry 79)

Hacked from rock,
Deep beneath in Hades caverns,
Worked where volcanos cook at the core.
The ice that knows no melting point
Except
For those that drill it it for
The circulatory of blood money.
Black ice,
Diamonds rare,
At the pressured end.

Mined the other mines,
Still full of danger,
To discover stuff to burn.
Another form of black ice - Coal.
Dug by suffering hands
By those with cash to cook.

"To Change A Home" (Entry 78)

Oh, if I could - move home.
It is something I would love.
Stayed too long, want to roam.
Maybe a flat high above?
Something modern beneath a dome?
Or painted white like pure dove?
A cryptic site as dark as tomb?
That fits me like a clichéd glove!
Grab the agent, it's time to comb!

"The Life He Lived" (Entry 44)

They always said they expected it.
(Seeing the life he lived)
They said they always knew and reflected,
(Seeing the life he lived)
He disappeared from their cosseted world,
Living the life he lived.
It was when job lost, his lot unfurled.
Given the life he lived.

They smugly gossiped, he was out on a limb.

(Seeing the life he lived)

What can you expect from a man like him?
(Seeing the life he lived)

"Muted Hunger" (Entry 4)

I want a life better than this.
To have the chance to devour
To taste all there is on offer,

The all-you-can-eat buffet.
To pick and choose and have the best.
Instead of the forgotten infected pickings at the dumpster.

A muted hunger. The Desire Unspoken.
I have an appetite you can't fulfil.