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TEARS OF INK2012

POETRYBY

BARRY MOWLES

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TEARS OF INK

2012

DEDICATED TO MY WIFE & DAUGHTERS

LIANNECHLOE

SHAYLEIGH

&TO ALL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS

ALSO IN LOVING MEMORYNAN & GRANDAD

MARION

&JOHN MOWLES

I HOPE IVE M DE YOU PROUD


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WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO INCLUDED POETS

SHAYLEIGH DUDSON-MOWLESFIORDALIZA CHARLES

DANIELA VOICUAMPAT KOSHY

GORAKHNATH GANGANETALISHA HARDENMICHELE BARON

DEYANIRA TAVERASLYNDA FERRERMARIO PEREZ

AMITABH VIKRAM DWIVEDISANTOSH AKHILESH

J D BAILEYJILL DELBRIDGE

MADHUMITA GHOSHJUAN ALBERTO LUNA

LUNA SOOLAYCAROL ANNE JUDD CHERRY

JENNY LESSING WIGGINSJEZEBELLE LEE

ALISON HOTODD SMITH

BATHSHEBA DAILEYKELLY ROACHUJJOL KAMAL

LAURASUE GUTIERREZ-SIMMONSSTEPHEN BUORO

NEETHA NANDITA WRITESCINDI SILVA

SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUMALANA McGUIRE

JOHN ROBERT STRUMANGELA NICHOLSBRIAN WRIXON

MITCH CARMICHAELWILLIAM GAYLORD

KANCHAN CHATTERJEE


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CONTENTS1. 20122. TEARS OF INK3. JUMPER

4.

DROWNING IN THE RAIN5. SOMETIMES6. AROUND THE WORLD7. FINAL DAY8. 20879. FAMILY TREE10. SUPERMAN11. DESERT ISLAND (PART ONE)12. DESERT ISLAND TOGETHER (PART TWO)13. FELIX JAMES MOWLES14. MAKE IT OFF THE BEACH15. JOHN B SELWOM (PART ONE)16. JOHN B SELWOM (PART TWO)17. JOHN B SELWOM (PART THREE)18. WELCOME TO HELL19. THE UNDEAD20. HERE IN HEAVEN 11:5921. THE PEN22. THE MACHINES THE END IS NIGH (PART ONE) 23. LIFE 2 THE MACHINES (PART TWO)24. THE MACHINES BREAKING 3 (PART THREE)25. THE MACHINES THE END (PART FOUR)26. IF I HAD 27. THE GAME

28. IF I COULD FLY - BY SHAYLEIGH DUDSON-MOWLES29. I WAS LOST - BY FIORDALIZA CHARLES30. STYLE - BY DANIELA VOICU31. LUCID DREAMING - BY AMPAT KOSHY32. THOU CANT DEFEAT I - BY GORAKHNATH GANGANE33. PLEASE TOUCH ME - BY TALISHA HARDEN34. APOSIOPESIS - BY MICHELE BARON35. MARRIED TO THE $ - BY DEYANIRA TAVERAS36. LONELINESS - BY LYNDA FERRER37. THE LIGHT WILL SHINE - BY MARIO PEREZ38. MEMORY - BY AMITABH VIKRAM DWIVEDI39. WINTER RAIN - BY SANTOSH AKHILESH40. TEDDY BEAR - BY J D BAILEY41. SAUNTER WITH ME - BY JILL DELBRIDGE42. THE HUNTER - BY MADHUMITA GHOSH43. MY BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE - BY JUAN ALBERTO LUNA44. NOT A LIE - BY LUNA SOOLAY45. DICHOTOMY - BY CAROL ANNE JUDD CHERRY46. THE DEATH OF ME - BY JENNY LESSING WIGGINS47. REALM OF DREAMS - BY JEZEBELLE LEE48. THE DAY YOU LEFT - BY ALISON HO49. WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR - BY TODD SMITH50. FORGIVEN - BY BATHSHEBA DAILEY51. RESOLUTIONS - BY KELLY ROACH

52. PSYCHE - BY UJJOL KAMAL53. THATS JUST ME - BY LAURASUE GUTIERREZ-SIMMONS54. THE PILGRAM - BY STEPHEN BUORO55. ALTER EGO - BY NEETHA56. FOLLOW THE MOON - BY CINDI SILVA57. LIVING - BY SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM58. PORCELAIN - BY ALANA McGUIRE59. SALANGE BY JOHN ROBERT STRUM60. CALM BY ANGELA NICHOLS61. PEN VS SWORD BY BRIAN WRIXON62. PRIDELESS PEACOCK MITCH CARMICHAEL63. MOMENTS LOST BY WILLIAM GAYLORD64. TO DELHI BY KANCHAN CHATTERJEE


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2012

On the outside I hide my feelings, some people would say that I amshy;

If you want to see my emotion, then you will have to wait for thispen to cry.

They say patience is a virtue, but its a virtue that I do not possess; All I can offer is the best that I can be,

Nothing more,Nothing less.

A new year equals a new beginning, into a new pot of ink I mustnow delve;

So its goodbye to 201 1,And hello to 2012.

BARRY MOWLES 2012


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TEARS OF INK

I sit staring at this blank page, patiently waiting for my tears of inkto fall;

The angels have once again started to call out to me through mydreams,

And who am I to ignore their call.

Whispering voices watching over me from the shadows, echoing outfor me to listen;

At long last my tears of ink start to fall onto this page, as they

slowly begin to glisten.

As if by magic this pen writes by itself, as it rolls across this onceblank page;

The voices whisper stop hiding in the shadows, as its now time foryou to take your place on the centre stage.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, dark eyes are now full to thebrim with verses from deep inside my heart;

I grip this pen even tighter as we were never destined to be apart.

In life we only ever get one chance, just one single shot at being thebest that we can be;

I was born to work in partnership with this ink, it is already writtenin my destiny.

I spent so many years in the darkness, watching on from theshadows telling my dreams that they have to wait;

But the whispering voices got so loud I could no longer ignore myfate.

I have already studied my blueprints to my life, each night myguardian angels whisper out their plan;

I walked into this tunnel of poetry a boy, but I am walking out theother side as a man.


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This once blank page has now been filled, and it was my angels whoprovided me with that vital missing link;

A priceless gift from the heavens,A single tear of ink.

BARRY MOWLES 2012


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JUMPER

Standing on the ledge writing this letter goodbye, to whoever findsme this is my suicide note;

Whiskey tasting ink splashes across this page, smudging over thewords that I wrote.

The sun is shining, but inside my heart all I feel are clouds of grey;Tiny people walking down there on the street,

Silently going about their day.

Toy sized cars roll past, mixing in with the hustling sound drifting upfrom the street;

Underneath my soles is nothing but air, apart from this little stonyledge now supporting my feet.

This is Mr Johnson, apartment 312 on the 19 th floor;If the police need to investigate why, its because I have no Wife, no

family, I have nothing left to live for.

Whats the point in all this Christmas spirit, and all this Christmascheer;

I am tired of sitting alone in the darkness, when my life is no longerhere.

Its been 3 weeks since she passed away, the heartbreak only gotworse, the pain never did subside;

After losing her battle with cancer, she laid in my arms one morning

and died.

Small crowds of people start to look up pointing towards me, butthey didnt seem that concerned when they saw me yesterday

crying in the rain;As another tear falls off this ledge, another lost memory disappears

down the drain.


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Blue flashing lights enter the world beneath my feet, as the air

around me starts to feel so cold;So I guess on this day I was always destined to die, I was never

destined to grow old.

The whispering wind is pushing me to jump, as my trembling feetmove me a step closer towards the sky;

Screams echo up from the streets, as I have finished writing mygoodbye_____________________________

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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DROWNING IN THE RAIN

My memories are fading, the stars have just replaced your

smile;

I am through being angry and upset, but I still feel stuck

here in denial.

Ive tried so hard to make this black ink describe just how I

feel, but Im so lost withou t you here;

My life is like a wheel in a car, but I can only go forwards, I

cannot reverse, change lanes or steer.

You broke my heart, but its my fault for letting my guard

down and for letting you get in so close;

If love was a medicine then I have had my final dose.

Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave our love

down to a vote;

You will never know what it feels like to come home to an

empty house, to find your partners suicide note.

I remember it made my heart skip a beat when I read your

goodbye letter, saying your time on this earth was done;

I dropped everything at once, I couldnt believe just how

fast I could run.

I make it to your place by the water as you sit on the edge

with your pills and your pain;

I take off my coat and wrap it around you, I dont know if Im

crying or if it is the rain.


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You burst into tears and hug up like it was my very last hug

goodbye;

I look into your eyes, they are blank, like you had already

prepared yourself to die.

Now its years later its flipped reversed, and its me sat on

the edge feeling all of this pain;

But I know you will not come and save me, so I am just

drowning in the rain.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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SOMETIMES

Sometimes I am weak, sometimes I am strong;Sometimes I think that I am right, even when I am wrong.

Sometimes I think I need to stop living up there, and start living

Down here; My eyes are closed as I sit in silence, patiently waiting for my

angels to reappear.

Sometimes I struggle to show my emotion, thats why my tears ofink fall through this pen;

Sometimes I wonder, when was it Peter Pan grew up, and my lostboys turned into men.

Sometime the sun doesnt rise, instead rain fills the skies of dawn; Sometimes I stare into the darkness, as the night sky spells out that

a star has been born.

Sometimes I lay awake under the stars, fulfilling my destiny towrite;

Sometimes the ink runs dry, draining away my will to fight.

Sometimes I lose my direction, stuck thinking just how did I evermake it this far;

Sometimes I thank the heavens for sending me an angel, secretlydisguised as a star.

Sometimes you think you are reaching the end, when really you are just approaching the start;

Sometimes the walls of life can cave in around you, separating yourbrain from your heart.


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Sometimes life can give you a natural high, but sometimes life canknock you back;

Sometimes people will tell you to defend yourself, and sometimes

the best way to do that, is to attack.

Sometimes people will doubt you, sometimes people will watch onfrom the shadows, praying that your dreams do not come true;

And finally sometimes we blame our doubters for failing, butsometimes the only person you can really blame, is you.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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AROUND THE WORLD

From England to Wales, Finland to Spain;

I can travel from Russia to China, but there is no place in

this world I can run to escape you or my pain.

Everywhere I go your memory follows me, from Japan to

Australia from Italy to the U.S.A;

No matter what language I talk in I still have to miss your

love each and every single day.

Denmark to Sweden from Germany to France;

I can still feel myself dropping to my knees, just begging for

one last chance.

I would walk across Africa, I would swim across the

Atlantic sea;

If it meant I had that last chance, where I could be with my

destiny.

From Argentina to Peru from Mexico to Brazil;

I wish instead of feeling this pain, love was the only

emotion that I could still feel.

I would climb the highest mountains in India, I would brave

the freezing winds in the arctic ocean;

I would even visit a witch doctor in New Zealand, and drink

his antidote for love from his home made voodoo potion.

I would brave the wars in Iraq, the Great White Sharks in

the Pacific sea;

I would even fight the bears in Canada, and jump into

Niagara Falls, if I had just one last chance to touch you and

see.


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I would walk the Great Wall of China like it was a stroll in

the park, I would run up all the pyramids like they were

sandcastles on the beach;

I would visit every church in the world, and sit there

listening to every single vicar on this planet preach.

I would take on a gladiator in the coliseum, as the sun sets

on Italian Rome;

Without you in my world I feel like the alien E.T, and all I

want to do is phone home.

I would fly us up to sit upon a cloud so we could see heaven

and watch our world just drift us by;

At last you have become a star, whilst I have become the

sky.

I would make my way to the top of the Eiffel tower, I would

sit myself on the crown on the statue of liberty just to prove

my love for you as well;

I would even dig a hole so deep you could feel the heat

rising up, as I take on the devil for you in hell.

I guess what I am trying to say is there is no place in this

world that I wouldnt go , to have you back and sharing your

life here with me;

The world is such a huge place, but the day I met you my

world shrunk because I had finally found my destiny.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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FINAL DAY

Is it really time for me to say its game over, is it really time for me

to leave;My heart has not just broken this time, its melted away and I am

struggling to even breathe.

I could see the light at the end of lifes tunnel, and I was so close tospending the rest of my days living inside of a beautiful dream;

But now the walls have all caved in and its dark again, all I can dois scream.

All I have is pictures and a memory that reminds me just how close Icame to being free;

But I am told that is all in the past now, and the only person I haveto hate and blame again, is me.

The world I am living in is torture, I just do not have a clue what todo;

I cannot watch the TV or listen to music, as all I am then remindedof is you.

Its so dark I cant even s ee this pen moving on the page;My body has no emotion left, so my pen is trying to remove all of my

internal rage.

My body has no energy, I cannot even hear my heart pound;The only thing moving is my hand, the rest of me is slowly sinking

underground.

If the truth be known I am closer to the end than people must think;Its time to decide and make your choice my son, its either swim or

quite simply youll sink.

I am so tired, I am half asleep. I still havent glanced up at the pageto see what words have been wrote;

Your love and passion has died my son, so I am here to help youwrite your suicide note.


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You wont realise it until the morning but part of you has alreadydied;

You fell asleep over an hour ago, hugging your journal as you cried.

Your brain is sleeping but your hand is awake, desperately trying towake you up so you can see what has been wrote;

But you are dead to the world, youre exhausted, you have a painthat I am afraid will never have an antidote.

I watched your soul leave you yesterday, and I felt your pain whenyou were told your love no longer wants you back;

I rested my hand on your shoulder, but you had no heart beating, toadminister a deadly heart attack.

I will introduce myself before I go, I am the man who created youand I gave you this gift to write;

I am the power that wakes you, when your nightmares shake yoursoul each and every single night.

Your prayers echoed an eternity and I reached out to stop your fallevery time I heard your prayer;

But I am sorry my son your time is now over, I can no longer giveyou the courage or care.

I will give you one last day to save your life, and then your newdestiny will be up here with me;

Its the only way I can ease your pain, and the only way I can stopall of things that you have to see.

Use your last remaining hours wisely my child, I will give you theprivilege of saying your goodbyes, as I cannot help you find whatyou seek;

I am watching over you right now as you dream, clutching your journal as tears are rolling down your cheek.


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I was going to wake you up to take you now, but you just stay inyour dream world for now my son, then when you wake your new

destiny will come into play;

I am so so sorry my child, but when you wake in the morning, it willbe your last and final day.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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2087

The clock has stopped, the year is 2087;My life is flashing me by, as I climb my stairway into heaven.

My wife and son are at my bedside saying their final goodbye;I tell my son I am so proud of him, as I watch a tear fall from my

Wifes eye.

November 2086, we walk hand in hand from the hospital, our lipstremble after being told I only have 2 months left to live;

This cancer has finally beaten me, my will power has nothing left togive.

I am 80 years old in September 2080, whilst my son celebrates his50 th year;

Watching him grow into the man standing before me has been ablessing, happiness is now responsible for me crying this tear.

A mass earthquake hitting 12.8 drowns Japan in March 2073;

The maps will now have to be re-written as the country now belongsto the sea.

2065. its now time for me to put this pen down and for me to retire; In March of this year thousands of people perish in L.As greatest

ever forest fire.

The early part of the 2060s were spent exploring with my wife, butall the parks had gone, replaced with just another home;

Kids walking around listening to the new craze of music, on theirvirtual mobile phone.

The streets go on for miles now, where use to stand trees now laysconcrete;

Its been years now since that day when we felt the grass beneathour feet.


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A moment in history, as America are the first to send a mannedmission to Mars;

2058 was the year Earths fossil fuels disappeared, making sciencelook for a new home for us in the stars.

2055, Im starting to feel old, grey hairs starting to show; My wife still looks so amazing, she will never lose that loving glow.

2051 was the year the world watched on, as Russia offered the first30 day space holiday, a cruise to the stars;

It was the same year BMW and AUDI, manufactured the worlds firstflying cars.

Endangered animals are starting to fall from the planet, never tobeen seen again;

No more tigers, no more elephants, no more sharks and no morerhinos, all lost forever, made extinct by men.

In June 2047 Mount Vesuvius awoke, wiping Italian Naples away inthe worlds most violent volcanic eruption;

Just under 3 million people died that day, reminding us all of abroken planets wrath of destruction.

2042 was a year I will never forget, as Arsenal won all 4 trophies, aswell as England winning the world cup in the USA;

My 12 year old son and I watched the final against Brazil, makingmemories which would stay with us until my dying day.

The summer of 2040 shows my little family on holiday in SanFrancisco, taking pictures of us all overlooking the golden gate;My Son bugging us every second to go to the cinema, to see virtual

reality Toy Story 8.

September 2035 is my Sons first day at school, it feels so surreal aswe watch him walking away, turning back to wave us goodbye;

I put my arm around my beautiful Wife, as I watch her eyes fill up tocry.


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Its 11:11am on the 1 st of November 2030, my amazing wife has justgiven birth to our first baby boy;

We named him Dylan, and when I held him in my arms it brings me a

new definition to the word joy.

A flash takes me to March 2030, we have just finished decoratingour first proper home, and I am covered from head to toe in paint;

My glowing W ife walks in smiling as she announces I am pregnant,I did a test, as I was 2 weeks late.

1 st of August 2025, I watched my stunning wife to be walking downthe aisle, as I stood waiting for her to say those words I do;

It was the happiest day of my life, a day to remember, when all ofmy dreams came true.

My 21 st birthday in 2021, my fianc surprises me with a cruisearound the Caribbean Sea;

In Kingston town I fought back my nerves, knelt down, and askedher to marry me.

Love makes me float like a butterfly, but pain can sting you like abee;

On the 10 th of May 2019 my Mother passes away, and my girlfriendhelps me scatter her ashes out to sea.

Christmas 2018 over dinner, my Mother announces she has adisease that starts with a C and in more ways than one ends with an

R;Over the years technology has moved forward, but a medical cure is

still just that bridge to far.

2017 was the year I glanced up and I locked eyes with my futureWife;

It was like meeting my best friend, my soul partner, the person whoI was destined to share my life.

2013 was the year Prince William was crowned as the new king, andto combat terrorism he will personally do all that he can;

The government cause mass rioting on the streets, by enforcing acomplete immigration ban.


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A day in British history was the 21 st of December 2012, when alQaeda hijacked 3 planes, with the pure intent of malice;

They bring down the planes into Big Ben, London Bridge and into

Buckingham palace.

14,421 people died that day, sadly the dead included Prince Charlesand the Queen;

Images the news broadcast that night were the most surrealpictures my young years has ever seen.

March 11 th 2011 over 10,000 people die, as a tsunami and an 8.9earthquake brings Japan shaking to its knees;

Our planet is breaking, ice caps are melting, and we have alreadycut down over 3 0% of the worlds trees.

My 10 th birthday is spent with my Mother and friends, makingsandcastles and splashing in the sea;

We had fish and chips on the promenade, then to the cinema towatch Toy Story 3.

June 2009 my father packs a suitcase with no goodbye, he didnteven talk;

My Mother is upstairs silent, as the news headlines announce theloss of the inventor to the moonwalk.

Summer of 2007 was the first time I felt my body fly;My Mum and Dad take me to Florida, I felt like I was an eagle

soaring high up in the sky.

September 2005 was my very first day at school, I remember Imissed my Mum and all I wanted to do was cry;She let go of my hand at the door, as I turned back to wave her

goodbye.

On my 1 st birthday all I can remember was everyone watching thetelevision, whilst I just sat there and played;

They were watching a film about aeroplanes flying into buildings,and all they k ept saying was the same words World Trade.


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Its September the 11 th 2000, everything is so bright, shadows ofpeople all seem to be smiling with joy;

Somebody places me into a pretty ladies arms, as she whispers outHello my little boy

Then everything goes dark, from black into a soft shade of blue, itsthe same colour as the sky;

I have made it up in to heaven, my life has just flashed me by.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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FAMILY TREE

Time is all we have, the countdown isnt going to stop until wereach to live in the sky;

I try not to fall out with my family, in case they pass without mehaving a chance to say my goodbye.

One thing Ive learnt is you cant take your family for granted; Your family is a tree which started hundreds of years ago, from one

single seed planted.

When you lose a family member its like taking the engine out of a

car;Gravity will keep you rolling forwards, but without their guidance inlife, you just wouldnt get that far.

Generations of families are forgotten, some may have been soldiers,writers and some may be lost forever at sea;

But without them being your past, you wouldnt be you , and Iwouldnt be me.

Every one of us has something in common, we will all feel love, lossand pain;

Whatever your skin colour, religion or beliefs, in our hearts we areall just the same.

You cant choose your family, if it wasnt for them you wouldnt evenhave a destiny;

Your life is one of many branches, so never stop climbing yourfamily tree.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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SUPERMAN

I can move with the wind, I can fly up high in the sky;I have stab proof skin, and there are no tears when I cry.

I can move so fast, sound cannot even catch me;I can fly with the speed of light, so I am already living my destiny.

I can see into the future, its tiny whispers appear to sound so loud;I can choose anywhere to be my home, I can even make my bed

inside of a cloud.

I will never get any older, my skin will never age;My heart is a recluse, thats locked itself away in a cage.

I can move mountains, I can tell if someone is a liar;I have a heart made from ice, and words so cold it could extinguish

every single fire.

I can walk on water, and from the ashes I can rise above;I may not be human, but I still need to feel love.

I am immortal, creation was my master plan;Keep your eyes on the heavens, Who am I ?

I am SuperMan.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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DESERT ISLAND(PART 1)

I kiss my Fiance goodbye, taxi to the airport for the 05:15 plane;If only I knew what I do now, I would have held her for longer, if I

was the candle, then she was my flame.

The speakers introduce the captain, who announces we are flyingat 40,000 feet, there is a storm up ahead, but I will make it as

smooth as I can; I put my earphones back in, and glance over to the couple sitting

next to me, a nervous looking women, and a petrified looking man.

I thought nothing of it, as the beats flow inside my brain;The seat belt light illuminates, as a turbulent wind flickers the cabin

lights, and shakes the floor of the plane.

I close my eyes, waiting for the wind to release us, this is therea son Im a little scared of flying;

I open my eyes, look around, and as I take my earphones out I heara chorus of screams and crying.

My heart skips a beat, as the captain echoes out please follow theprecautions, in case of an emergency landing;

Everyone is panicking as all the cabin lights go out, surely this issome sort of miss-understanding.

I glance around the cabin, some people are crouched down, headbetween their legs, some are calling their loved ones on the phone;My stomach starts to turn over, as our plane starts to fall from the

skies like a stone.

I frantically fumble through my bag looking for my mobile, as mybrain is overrun with fear and emotion;

As my fiance picks up the phone with a sweet hello, the planecrashes down into the ocean.


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Its pitch black, as salty water slaps across my face, my mouthtastes the sea;

I feel around in the darkness, as claustrophobia starts taking a holdof me.

The plane has split into two, I swim my way through the gap, as theplane starts to sink below;

I grab on to a broken crate and scream into the waves HELLO.

Blood starts dripping from my head, the wind and waves drowningout my shout;

I drift in and out of consciousness, and then I must have passed out.

My eyes flicker, sand is sticking to my lips, my god I am alive, but atwhat cost;

I lift myself from the breaking waves to see a tiny island, Imsurrounded by the ocean, which echo out Im lost.

I drop my hand baggage onto the sand, as I shout HELLO into thetrees & plants, which are w ildly overgrown;

I spin around to face the seas again, but the only sound I hear is thecrashing waves, which break the news that I am alone.

I search through my bag, pull out my phone, but water has floodedthe screen;

I pull out my soaking wet journal a nd wallet, inside theres a pictureof my Fiance , I stare at the photo for hours, just like its the very

first time Ive seen.

The sea water dripping down my face, like tears dropping into the

sand;Where are all the other passengers and rescue team, I really cannotunderstand.

I sit there scanning the horizon, waiting to be saved;I take off my ring my fiance gave to me, and read the message she

had engraved.

It read together forever, I hope that engraving is true;

I may be surrounded by beauty, but beauty cannot even existwithout you being here with me to.


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I just sit there watching the sun as it drops out of the sky, beingreplaced by the moon;

I look to the stars above and pray I will be back with my fiance real

soon.

I must have fallen asleep, as the sun awakes me, still no sign of thatrescue plane;

I stand up and scan the horizon, but nothing has changed,everything still looks the same.

My mouth feels so dry, water, water everywhere, but not one singledrop to drink;

The sand is burning the bottom of my feet, I can feel myself startingto sink.

I pick up my journal, which has dried out in the sun;All the pages are smudged clear, all of my lifes work has been

undone.

So I pick up my pen, theres total silence, so I talk to my book, but the pages dont reply;

I see thousands of feet in the air, planes making their lines, up highin the sky.

The days passed until the sun rises on day four;I have no strength to move, as I lay on the sand, making an external

grave on the floor.

Just then I hear a noise coming closer, sounds like a helicopter,

where could it be;I run along the beach screaming HELP, then it comes into focus,the heros to save my destiny.

In the helicopter my saviours tell me I was the only person tosurvive;

I cannot wait to see my Fiance, and to tell her that I am alive.


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I am taken to hospital, treated for dehydration;I ask the doctors for a phone, to call my inspiration.

But instead they bring in the police, and a British embassy liaisonOfficer;

They say I have news about your Fiance, so I tremble out why,whats wrong with her.

My heart sinks, as they explain upon hearing of the plane accidentshe rushed out in a flash;

The police tried to stop her to calm her down, but I am afraid shewas involved in a fatal car crash.

I gag, the hairs on my back stand on end, my bottom lip trembles, asI whisper so youre telling me she is dead;

I glance up, and through my teary eyes, I see them nod their head.

I pull out my I.V, push past the doctors & police, all I want to do isdie;

I run up the staircase until I reach the roof, as I scream up to theheavens WHY.

We were destined to die on the same day, but I wasnt there to saveyou or protect;

But because I got on that plane, changing my destiny, I hadunravelled my very own butterfly effect.

I stumble to the edge of the building, lonely tears are falling, I stepoff the ledge, if there is a god he better hurry up and teach me how

to fly;But no wings appear on my back, but I see my Fiance as an angel,as I am falling through the sky.


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I whisper I dont want to be alone, I dont care if I die as long as weare back together;

I promise to hold your hand for an eternity, with a love that will last

forever.

The ground then turns into clouds, as my angelic Fiance echoes Iam right here waiting for you;

Heaven is a desert island, but this time its population is two.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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DESERT ISLAND TOGETHER(PART 2)

I kiss my Fianc goodbye, he is flying away on the 05:15 plane;Our love is the spark that ignites us, if I was the candle, he would

be my eternal flame.

The front door closes, I stand up by the window waving himgoodbye;

I know he will return in a week, but that doesnt stop me fromhaving a little cry.

I lay back in our bed, staring at an empty pillow, as his side of thebed goes cold;

In three weeks time we are to be married. A lifetime together, frombeing young to growing old.

I take off my engagement ring, the engraving re ads TogetherForever, I hold that saying and ring so close to my heart;

Today is the first time since we met that we have ever been apart.

I lay there watching the sun rise through my bedroom window, ithas such a beautiful glow;

My phone rings, the caller I.D reads my sexy fianc, so I pick it upand say HELLO.

There was no reply just a loud crash, then a buzzing down myphone;

I tried to call him straight back, but all I kept hearing was the deadtone.

I kept trying to call, as the subconscious part of my brain started tothreat;

My fingers start to tremble, and my palms begin to sweat.

After what seemed to be hours of trying, there is no response, I justdont know what to do;

I text his mobile for the hundredth time writing,BABY, WHERE ARE YOU.


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I glance out my window, as my heart begins its free fall dive;The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, as I see a police car

pull up into my drive.

I turn away quickly pretending not to see, I shake with fear as I hearKNOCK KNOCK on my front door;

I open it slowly, and as they ask to come in, my first tear rolls downmy cheek splashing on to the floor.

As we sit down Im shaking, I whisper please dont tell me what I think youre going to say;

The officer puts her hand on my knee replying I am so sorry, butyour partner was involved in a tragic plane accident, earlier on

today.

I cant breathe, the walls cave in around me, as I tremble out soyoure telling me he is dead;

I glance up, and through my tears, I see them nod their head.

I jump up grabbing my car keys screaming I NEED TO SEE HIM, INEED TO BE BY HIS SIDE;

Before the police could stop me, I was in my car starting up theengine as I cried.

The Police run out my house shouting PLEASE COME BACK, YOUARENT IN THE RIGHT STATE OF MIND;

But I am already roaring off down the street, for they say that love isblind.

Floods of tears overwhelm my face, the rear view mirror shinesback a broken women as it reflects;If I had held him for longer, or convinced him not to go, I would be

changing my butterfly effects.

The world then seemed to move in slow motion, as I clear my eyes Isee a lorry heading straight my way;

Its too close to avoid it now, as da rkness descends upon my day.


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In super slow motion I feel the truck hit me full force, as I flythrough the window screen;

I lay on the bonnet of my car facing the heavens, its the mostamazing sight my eyes have ever seen.

I hear sirens in the distance, but I am already floating up withangels, to take my place high in the sky;

Heaven gives me wings, lifting me up, revelling the effect of abutterfly.

I search the clouds for my love, but somehow you are not yet here;I sit on my cloud waiting for you, whilst I cry this lonely tear.

THE END

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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FELIX JAMES MOWLES - 1943

Its Friday the 12 th of March 1943;I have just married my high school sweet heart, if my soul held a

lock, then she would hold my key.

On Sunday I fly out on a special mission, so secret my newlywedded W ife has details, but she doesnt really understand or know;

As she sleeps in my arms at night, I stay awake, eyes wide open, just wishing that I didnt have to go.

I spend the Saturday with my love, having a picnic on the meadow

under our tree;Then we watch the sun set, as we walk hand in hand by the sea.

I lay awake all night, stroking my W ifes hair as she sleeps, untilthrough the curtains I feel the warmth from the sun;

I kiss my beautiful W ifes forehead, and then stare into my mirror,whose reflection shines back only one.

A horn outside beeps twice, as a single tear falls from my eye;

But I have to stay strong now, as today its my job to navigate aHalifax bomber, through a hostile German sky.

We arrive at the air field, Operation Iridium was now about tosecretly get underway;

The pilot and I are informed, we are to drop a spy overCzechoslovakia, then make it back to base later that same day.

We take to the sky with a roar, as I feel my body lift up with the

flight;I pull out and kiss a picture of my beautiful Wife, before wedging it

behind the dashboard light.

The flight across the Channel goes smoothly, but as we cross theGerman boarder shots illuminate the sky;

I look at my W ifes picture as I pray , I am only 19 years old, I amtoo young to die.


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We dodge and weave through the puffs of smoke, before the front ofour Halifax lights up from a direct hit;

Flames mixed in with the smoke, as screams come pouring out fromthe cockpit.

The plane starts falling as I reach to the dashboard, grabbing thepicture of my beautiful Wife;

The ground moves even closer, as the flames flicking past me, areflashing back my life.

My dream then ploughs down into flames, and flashing past is mydestiny;

The last memory is of my Wife, and then the flashing stops on,Sunday the 14 th of March 1943.

I leave my Wife a widow, but my heart stops beating whilst it is stillfull of love;

This is Felix James Mowles, 161 squadron, writing this letter, fromthe beautiful blue skies above.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

DEDICATED TO FELIX JAMES MOWLESDIED 14/03/1943, AGED 19 years old

DURNBACH WAR CEMETRY, GERMANYGrave (7.D___21-23)

R.I.P TO A TRUE ENGLISH LION

--x--


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MAKE IT OFF THE BEACH

Its the 6 th of June 1944, as the waves splash over, washing downon me;

I hold my journal tight, as we approach the beaches of Normandy.

It is my mission to log and record all the soldiers that die;Mist and fog hides the beach at first, as dark clouds drift across the

morning sky.

The metal door falls open into the waves, as the soldiers wadethrough the sea, trying to make it to the sand;

Bullets immediately fire into the waters, as all the other boats shoreup onto the land.

Everywhere I look I see flashes of light, followed with screams ofpain;

I hide behind the piling dead bodies, as I store away their dog tags, Ihad just removed from their chain.

A solider next to me is screaming for help, his eyes lock with mine,his begging for me to save his life;

He screams I DONT WANT TO DIE, I HAVE 2 DAUGHTERS, A SONAND A WIFE.

As I reach my hand out to his, a bullet flashes past, tearing throughhis chest;

I pull him a little closer, as I grab his dog tag and place it with the

rest.

Blood starts seeping down the sands, making their way back to thesea;

The waves seem to break with red, as they crash down in front ofme.


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I crawl from my hiding place of bodies, the air is filled with screamsand cries;

Some of the wounded are saying there prayers, whilst some of the

less fortunate souls, are already saying their goodbyes.

Another scream for help sees me running, but I feel a flash tearthrough my dream;

I have been shot through the back, as blood and pain makes medrop to my knees and scream.

Silence falls across the sands, as my journal tumbles away, just outof my reach;

I rise up into the heavens, as I finally make it off the beach.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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JOHN. B. SELWOM(PART ONE)

I lay in my bed, my chair is pushed against the door, so that myFather cannot walk into my dream;

I hear shouting downstairs, then a slapping noise, followed by myMothers scream.

I hide my face under the pillow, trying to drown out her cries;The shouting softens, as darkness descends across my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep, as I am awoken by the sun;I creep downstairs for breakfast, where I am greeted by my beatenlooking Mum.

Her eyes are black, her lips tremble a darkened shade of blue;A tear rolls down her cheek, as I give her a hug, whilst whispering

Mum, I love you.

Each night for as long as I can remember, my Father would take his

anger out on me and my Mother;I would hide my bruises under my shirts, whilst my Mum used make

up for her cover.

The next night the screaming started again, slaps and cries rise upthrough my bedroom floor;

In the morning I ask my Mum why she has a bleeding nose, her replyas always was, I walked into the kitchen door.

The years passed, as I got older I got wiser to the pain;Then on my 18 th birthday, my life changed, from that night things

would never again be the same.

For the first night it was quiet, no noise, in fact it was the first nightin years that I could dream;

No cries, no shouting, not even one single scream.


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My Mothers ashes are sat at the head table, whilst I prop up the barsipping on Red Rum;

My Father puts his hand on my shoulder, and says tomorrow I am

going to spread your Mothers ashes, do you want to come.

After another sleepiness night, my Father and I make our way to thewhite cliff tops by the sea;

My Father carri es my Mothers ashes, as dark voices inside myhead, bring out the hatred in me.

As he stands on the edge, I stand behind him wishing he would justdie;

I kick him full force in the back, and watch on in slow motion, as hetumbles off the cliff, and falls through the sky.

I kneel down on the edge, I see his body crushed on to the rocksbelow;

I could see his head was split in two, even his insides weresplattered out on show.

I feel no guilt, as he took away all which was mine;I pull out my mobile phone, my hand trembles as I dial 999.

The ambulance arrives along with the police, thats when I turnedon my crocodile tears and cried;

I whimper out I cant believe he has left me alone, now my Motherand Father have both committed suicide.

I arrive home, demons controlling my dreams, as my memory

replays my Mothers ashes scattering out as the urn fell; My Father screaming through my night terrors, that he has saved aplace for me in hell.

A few months passed, nightmares tear my dreams apart, driving meinsane;

Through the walls I hear my neighbours next door fighting, onceagain the dark voices put murder on my brain.


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My next door neighbour is a twat, he cheats on his girlfriend, andbeats her until she is black and blue;

The voices inside my hea d echo out you got away with murderonce, maybe you should make it two.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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JOHN. B. SELWOM(PART TWO2 VOICES)

I try to ignore the voices, pushing me to the dark side;But through the walls, I hear my neighbour screaming, and

smashing noises as she cried.

Just then I hear my neighbour slam his front door, swearing andshouting as the alcohol in his system makes his route down the

street uncertain;My black eyes rage for justice, as I stare at him through a gap in the

curtain.

The voices screaming inside my head, as I pick up my kitchen knife,making my way out into the dark;

As I creep down the street, I hear my neighbour still swearing, as hesits on a bench in the park.

I creep up behind him, as I silently pull up my hood from my coat;I pull out my knife, and as he turns around to scream I slice my

blade deep across his throat.

He tries to call for help, but blood just pours through his hands, ashe turns around I see his eyes full of tears, ready to cry;

As he collapses on the floor, he manages to gargle out why.

I kneel down next to him whispering this is the price you pay for

making someone you love so sad; As he closes his eyes, I whisper when you reach hell, do say hello

to my Dad.

I creep back through the darkness, quietly closing my front door;As I walk through to the kitchen, drips of blood fall from my knife,

making a red trail on the floor.


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JOHN. B. SELWOM

(PART THREEA FALLING ANGEL)

A few weeks have passed since the murder of my neighbour, ourstreet has turned into a reality C.S.I;

I am now a recluse to the sunlight, I only leave my house whendarkness fills the sky.

The news shows me the ongoing murder investigation, the police

have no witnesses, as they plead to anyone with any information tocome forward;The voices inside my head laugh, as they are offering a twenty

thousand pound reward.

That evening I sit in my local bar, just watching the world pass meby;

Over by the pool table a couple start arguing, before suddenly infront of everyone he slaps her across the face, making her run away

and cry.

My black eyes roll back, as my hand grips tightly around my glass;I sit there breathing deeply, waiting for this anger to pass.

I stare at him across the room all night, until the landlord rings thebell, calling time at the bar;

I hear his mates say do you want a lift home, I smile as he repliesnah its okay Ill walk, I dont live that far.

I watch him leave, 60 seconds later I walk out just the same;I see him staggering a few yards ahead of me, as he approaches a

darkened lane.

I reach down to the grass verge, picking up a discarded brick;Adrenaline pumps through my heart, as screaming voices inside my

mind are making me feel sick.


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I creep closer and closer, trying so hard not to make a sound;Then he stops right in front of me, as I smash the brick through the

back of his head, his lifeless body crashes down to the ground.

I throw the brick into the bushes, pull up my hood, just then flashinglights is all that I can see;

I turn around to find the police standing there, for weeks they musthave been following me.

They shout JOHN WE KNOW ITS YOU, NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ONYOUR HEAD, AND SLOWLY LAY FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR;

I turn and run as fast as my legs will go, as my black eyes begin topour.

Sirens sounding all around me, lights brighten up the night;I keep running forwards, but the voices want me to turn around and

fight.

I run until the roads turn to grass, the sirens are now soundingfurther away;

I drop to my knees as I reach the white cliff top, but all I see is afalling angel, when I clasp my hands to pray.

Sirens are getting closer now, as a helicopters spotlight shinesdown on the definition of me;

The voices echo through my brain, welcome to your destiny.

I stand on the edge of the cliff top, I shout to the heavens, but myMother never heard my call;

The voices inside my head whisper in the darkness, even angels

will fall.

As the police pull up behind me, I step off the edge, angels wavingme goodbye as I fell;

I keep falling past the rocks, through the ground, until the voices allscream out WELCOME TO HELL.


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THE END

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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WELCOME TO HELL

I have fallen through the sky, murderous memories flashing past meas I fell;

As I hit the ground, I am greeted by black iron gates, with a signreading out, Welcome to hell.

The gates creek open as I get to my feet, screams are echoingthrough my head;

Thousands of graves are all unearthed, staggering around are thewalking dead.

The gates slam shut behind me, followed by a whispering scream;The ground beneath me flows with blood, I try to pinch myself, but

this is far from any dream.

My heart has stopped beating, as I see hanging from a tree choking,the dictator Saddam Hussein;

Thomas Hamilton is being tortured by demons, for murdering allthose innocent children, up in Dunblane.

I see two men hanging over a fire pit, as they come into focus I seeone of them is Al Qaedas, Osama Bin Laden;

I dont recognize the other ma n at first, until he screams, I realizeits the Russian leader, Joseph Stalin.

I see hundreds of rapists crying, as they are tied down naked,awaiting the arrival of Gary Glitter;

I see a man surrounded in gas, and as the smoke clears, I realize its

the Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler.

I keep walking as I see buried in a shallow grave, Doctor HaroldShipman lying next to the monster Fred West;

Lee Harvey Oswald sits crying on the floor, repeatedly whisperingwhy didnt I wear a bullet proof vest.


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A familiar face appears, as I see John. B. Selwom linked togetherwith his Father;

The devil joined them to the hip, fusing their bones forever withlava.

The blood road goes on for an eternity, everywhere I turn Ihear blood curling screams and cries;

No sun or stars up above, darkness now rules the skies.

The demons lock eyes with me, and come walking my way, as thestench of rotten corpses is all that I can smell;

As the shadows drag me through into the ashes, they scream outWELCOME TO HELL.

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The streets of London are so quiet, burnt out cars and taxis litterthe roads, th e pavements are free from peoples feet;

All the shop windows are smashed, as I walk down a silent OxfordStreet.

Litter blowing through the city, the spring breeze brings the smell ofdeath;

Torn up corpses stream across my path, images so horrifying th eymake me sweat, and take away my breath.

The clock on Big Ben stands still, the London eye is stuckmotionless reflecting the sun of the day;

I stand at the entrance to Westminster station, but an eeriedarkness is all I feel sweeping up from the subway.

Walking in a daze, as over the Thames I see a deserted MillenniumDome;

After hours of walking I see Buckingham Palace, no flag is flying,which means the Queen cannot be home.

Time plays no part in this world, the sun starts to hide behind thebuildings, as shadows reach out to me, like I am living inside of a

dark dream;Echoing cries screech out from the darkness, its like the streets

themselves are trying to scream.

I run as fast as my legs will go, echoing screams seem to bechasing me, why did I leave getting home so late;

I feel the sweat pouring from me, as it drains away my fate.

I feel grass underneath my feet, as I run frantically into Hyde Park;The moon has now replaced the sun, as thousands of screams echothrough the dark.

Staggering dark figures walk towards me from every direction, Idrop to my knees to cry;

I clasp my hands together and pray, Please God give this fallenangel wings, and teach me how to fly.


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I scream out as teeth and nails rip into me, tearing my soul apart;I see the stars through clouds of blood, as I feel the final beat echo

from my heart.

After what seemed to be hours of darkness, my eyes open, but all Ican see is red;

I scream into the night sky, as the thirst for blood takes over me, Iam now one of the undead.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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HERE IN HEAVEN (11:59)

Its Tuesday the 1 st of November 2011;Staring down from my cloud I realise, I dont belong here in heaven.

I stood at the gateway begging for just a little more time;The hands on my clock no longer move, a never ending minute

which is stuck on 11:59.

I see my Nan & Granddad sitting with all my lost family and friends,

they all reaching out for me to stay;An angel whispers through my mind youre des tiny is not yet over, I

think you have just lost youre way.

I stand motionless at the top of heavens stairway in the sky;I look down watching my life, as angels wipe away their tears, and

wave me goodbye.

I slowly walk down the stairway, with each step I move a little

further away from heavens light;As I take my first step back into the world, my angels echo out

Remember, it was always youre DESTINY TO WRITE.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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THE PEN

I was brought back to life, as I sat there chewing the bottom of my

pen;The ink trickles to the back of my heart, pushing my dreams wide

open.

It feels like I am giving mouth to mouth to the ink, as I hold thepen tighter as if I am giving CPR;

The pen has been by my side through it all, I never thought togetherwe could make it this far.

Blank sheets stare back at me, looking so clean and white;Thousands of words and verses scream through my dreams, when I

close my eyes at night.

There are so many ways to write, communication is lifes key; The difference is when I pick up the pen, I am writing my destiny.

Without the ink in my life my name was blown away with the wind;I now know I was given a gift I must use, Forgive me Father for I

have sinned.

I took all I had for granted, but now the pen and I have our targetset firmly in our sight;

The ink and I have a destiny, and that destiny is for us to write.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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THE MACHINESTHE END IS NIGH

(PART ONE)

Its Monday the 1 st of November 2021;Its been 7 days since the machines rose up, blocking out the sun.

Instead of asking is this going to happen, we should have beenasking when;

The end of days is getting closer, as the machines patrol ourneighbourhoods, its now machines verses men.

They came down in the middle of the night, whilst the nation was inthe land of nod;A patiently waiting force was given the touch of life, from our god.

I close my eyes so I can reverse these memories back to where itall begun;

It was the night of the 25 th of October, as my bedside clock told meit was a quarter past one.

A piercing bright light turned the starry night into the day;I open my curtains scanning Londons horizon, as I wipe the

windows condensation away.

A rumbling sound like thunder echoes through my empty street;Then an unnatural shaking like an earthquake, knocked me clear off

my feet.

Everything then went quiet, the light descends back into the dark;

I see people coming out of their houses in dressing gowns, allstaring towards an enormous metal object, which has crashed down

in the park.

An eerie silent breeze blows through my bedroom, as I open mywindow;

I see hundreds of people step backwards, as the metal object startsto glow.


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I turn on the TV, surely there must be something about this on sky;These metal objects have been spotted all across the world, as they

show a picture of a bearded man in the darkness, holding a signwhich reads that the end is nigh.

Every city in the world is reporting the same enormous metalobjects, there is no escape;

I watch on through my bedroom window as the police cordon off theenormous glowing object, with their red tape.

I try to call my parents, but all the mobile phone networks are down,helicopters overhead are starting to make me feel wary;

Facebook and Twitter are still not working, as I try to contact myfamily and friends, on my Blackberry.

I spin around as the news reporter says there seems to bemovement coming from the metal objects, so I stare out my

window to look;The glowing light is getting brighter, as the ground underneath me

shook.

The sun starts its steady climb into the sky, shedding light acrossthe park;

Everyone starts backing away, as the huge chunk of metal liftsitself up from the ground, casting a shadow of dark.

I watch on in disbelief as the monstrous metal object continues torise, towering taller than anything I have ever seen;

People start to panic and runaway, as the same images are floodingin from around the world, through my television screen.

The metal figure is all I can see, as it reaches up high into the sky;It glows like chrome metal standing on two legs, with a huge strip

of light on its head, resembling an eye.

Screams of desperation sound out through the streets, which areechoed from around the world through my TV;

The ghostly white face of the news reporter stutters out, what,what, what could they be.


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My heart is racing, where do I hide? Where do I run?But for now the machine stands motionless in the park, just

blocking out the sun.

I nervously walk outside onto my street, people running everywhere,sounds of army helicopters and planes are dominating our sky;

I look across the road to see a bearded man staring back at me, heis holding a sign which reads out that the end is nigh.

TO BE CONTINUED

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THE MACHINES BREAKING 3(PART THREE)

The TV goes black as all the lights go out, clouds of smoke and ashfall from the skies, blocking out the early morning rising sun;

I throw my diary into my bag, and through the falling darkness I run.

I run past panicking families, as ash drops through the sky likesnow;

People are running in every direction, not knowing which way to go.

Thoughts, worries and fears run through my mind, I just want to get

anywhere but here;After miles of running I am alone, as down my face pours sweat,mixed in with tear.

I try to get my bearings, as I have no clue where I am, so I clamberthrough the trees to reach higher ground;

The cold breeze whistles through the darkness, surrounding me inits lonely sound.

I stand up scanning the horizon, every direction I look bright whitemushroom clouds lift up into the distant sky;

I glance towards the heavens, as overhead the army fighter jets fly.

Through the falling ash I see dozens of the giant machines, as theydestroy entire towns and cities with their piercing blinding light;

Nothing and nobody can stand in their way, this is now anextermination, with a sole purpose to eliminate every living creature

in sight.

I crash down to my knees praying towards the darkened sky;I open my eyes, and resting on my clasped hands sits an ash

covered butterfly.

A spot light scans across the ground in front of me, as in thedistance I see a mechanical giant heading over my way;

I turn to run, whilst the sun fights against the clouds, trying tointroduce the sunlight back into the day.


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I fight my way through the trees and darkness, looking forsomewhere to hide;

I can hear the machine getting closer, with each and every singlecreaking stride.

I hear the machine right behind me, as I turn around I slip down thehillside splashing down in the mud;

I scurry under a fallen tree just as a giant metal foot crashes down,its dripping and oozing with human blood.

I am covered from head to toe in this mud, as I crouch shiveringunder a tree;

The machine towers motionless in the darkness, its spotlightsearching the wilderness, with a mission to end my destiny.

After what seemed to be an eternity the machine creaks off into thedarkness, trees falling in its wake;

With each step the giants footsteps shake the ground beneath me, just like a mini earthquake.

Fear has paralyzed me to the spot, as I lay shivering in this mud onthe floor;

Silence falls back through the smoke, as the rising machines havedeclared war.

I slowly get to my trembling feet, scraping the mud away from my jeans;

I need to try and find my parents, as without heart we are meremachines.

TO BE CONTIN UED

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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THE MACHINES 4(PART FOUR)

I walk for days through hostile burning neighbourhoods, the oncehigh skyline has now tumbled to the ground;

The flickering flames burn bodies and buildings, as the screamingcries has become just another distant sound.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, I arrive at where use tostand my parents street;

Smoke and ash lingers over the rumble, as blood and tears trickledown the road beneath my feet.

Tears overwhelm my face, I didnt even get a chance to say goodbyeto my Father and Mum;

My eyes open once again back on this tragic day, its early eveningon Monday the 1 st November, 2021.

Exhaustion trembles through my body, as I slump to my kneesoutside my parents crumbled home;

The whistling wind echoes like voices, as I lay back into the

descending darkness all on my own.

I lay on my back facing the skies, drifting in and out of sleep, beforethe clouds around me glowed;

My heart skips a beat, as I stare through the darkness I see a giantmachine staring back at me, from the bottom of the road.

Fear freezes me to where I had fallen, exhaustion and thirst hasdrained my will to fight;

I face the skies praying for an angel to save me, as the mechanicalmonster uses its piercing beam to illuminate the night.


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I close my eyes and blow a whispered kiss towards my waitingFather and Mum;

I scream into the white light, as the immense heat makes me feellike I have just been thrown into the core of the sun.

I sit at heavens gate writing this letter, the machines now rule theland, whilst humanity has made a new home in the sky;

I will seal this letter with a kiss, and watch it fall down like a lonelydrop of ink, who has just written his goodbye.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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IF I HAD

Its Tuesday the 11 th of September 2001, my 6am radio alarm has

just introduced the start of a brand new day;Through my bedroom window I see the rising sun glimmer across

the Big Apples skyline, before it shines across the face of mybeautiful fiance.

I kiss her gently on the forehead as not to wake her, after a quickshower & shave I stand facing my reflection, straightening up my

tie;I pick up my briefcase and keys, before blowing a kiss towards my

sleeping angel, whils t whispering goodbye.

For the first time ever my car starts on the first attempt, as Ireverse down my driveway the radio speakers beat out Eminems

Stan; I make my way slowly down my street, and send a wave towards

my mail man.

It must be my lucky day, as a green traffic light greets me at theend of each and every single block;

For the first time in a month I wont be late for work, as my car radioechoes out its Tuesday the 11 th of September, the time is now 8

oclock.

The bustling streets greet me after parking my car, walking into thegiant shadows leaves me stuck in the morning shade;

Towering over me is the building where I work, may I present to you

all, the North tower of the World Trade.

A tired looking businessman asks me to hold the elevator, before wemake our way up to the 76 th floor;

I grab myself a coffee as I stare across Manhattans skyline, lookingover all that I adore.


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My mobile phone vibrates, a text from my Fiance, I smile as itreads YOURE LOVE MAKES ME FEEL JUST LIKE A BUTTERFLY ;

Just then a flash of blue through the window attracts my attention,it looks just like an aeroplane, flying dangerously low across the

New York city sky.

It felt like someone had just pressed the pause button on life, aseveryones froze n eyes are glued on the only object moving, this

giant falling plane;Fear freezes me to where I stand, as regrets, goodbyes and prayers

are all echoing through my brain.

A silent tear falls down my cheek, my heart beat is racing and itspulsating to attack;

Just then a wave of immense heat and pain engulfs my dreams,then everything goes black

-

IF I HAD -

Its Tuesday the 11th

of September 2001, as my 6am radio alarm isgreeted by me slapping down the snooze;I see the rising sun glimmer across the Big Apples skyline, and then

across the face of my beautiful Fiance, this is too special amoment to just ignore and lose.

I kiss her gently on the forehead and give her a hug, as she slowlyopens her eyes up from the night;

She stretches and yawns, whis t I whisper morning beautiful, did

you sleep alright.

She lies in my arms as we watch the sunrise, until she says youbetter move your ass & get ready, or your boss will put your head on

a stake; I jump up not realising the time, my Fiance is laughing as I shout

out Fuck it Im not rushing, what difference is half an hour going tomake.


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After a quick shower I stand facing my reflection, as my future wifestraightens up my tie;

She giggles and says stop panicking, your only half an hour latebefore giving me a kiss goodbye.

My fiance is laughing again, as my car is just not willing to start;I shout out babe, stop laughing and help me, its only morning

and my day is already falling apart.

Pacing the front lawn awaiting my over priced taxi to arrive;In this concrete jungle everyday is a struggle, to just succeed and

survive.

The word unlucky would sum up my morning so far, as the silenttaxi driver conveniently hits every single red light, causing yet

another wait;I cant believe how late I am, as the taxi radio echoes out its

Tuesday the 11 th of September, the time is now half past Eight.

The bustling morning streets greet me as I jog down the block, thegiant buildings shadow hides lower Manhattan in the shade;

I check my watch for the hundredth time, its 0845am, as I finallymake my way towards the entrance into the World Trade.

Just as I reach out to open the entrance doors, a flash of blue fromup above attracts my attention, its an plane flying dangerously low

across the New York sky;The world then fell into silence, as people stood motionless facing

the heavens, mouths open, and throats dry.

It felt like someone had just pressed the pause button on life, aseverybodys frozen eyes are glued on the only object moving, t hisgiant falling plane;

Fear freezes me to the concrete, as worry, fear and panic rushesthrough my brain.


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Fear brings me to my knees, as a thunderous smashing explosionblocks out the morning sun;

Flames mix in with metal and glass, as they fall from the heavens Icover my head with my arms and run.

Panicking citizens are running everywhere, as the emergencyservice sirens blend into all the screams and cries;

As I run through the manic streets, I see another plane comecrashing down into the second tower, after falling from the blue

skies.

I run until my legs give way, Im shaking like a leaf, as I sit watchingthe burning towers I think, if I had arrived to work on time that

could have been me;This letter is dedicated to all the victims of 9/1 1, who couldnt alter

their destiny.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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THE GAME

Old fashioned writers say sticks and stones will break your bones,but words can never hurt, well I am here to put that saying to the

test;My Resurrection is nearing its completion, as hundreds of poets give

up, just laying their pens down to rest.

Posh, old so called poets scratch their heads, worrying that theirverses no longer sound relevant, and somehow I am the one to

blame;They need to remember that sometimes the players change, but the

game always stays the same.

If your destiny is to write, there is no such problem as writers block;Your acting like its the first time youve read the word Fuck, why is

your mouth wide open? Why are you in shock?

Jus t because your Daddy paid for you to go to university, it doesntmake you anymore of a man;

Youre words are just getting blown away with the wind, as yourewritten shit hits the fan.

Critics going weak at the knees reading these letters, this industryis now mine to take control;

You try to respond with some over elaborated phrase, well now youare just sounding like an arsehole.

I am not one of your stereotypical poets, I try to write my lyrics like

music without a beat;You act like the worlds great est writer, when in reality you would

have to jump up high, just to be the same level as my feet.

My posh doubters are still trying to put me down, apparently privateschooling makes them upper class;

I am sorry but are you bent over whilst you speak, because to me itsounds just like you are talking out of your ass.


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Doubters sounding like giants behind their computers, but thenwhen I see them, they just slink off hiding their face;

My destiny isnt to compete with you haters, my destiny is quitesimple , I am here to take youre place.

You tried to destroy me, but as My Resurrection nears itsconclusion, all you can do is just hang your heads in shame;

I dont think you underestimated yourself, I just think that youunderestimated The Game.

BARRY MOWLES 2011


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IF I COULD FLYSHAYLEIGH DUDSON-MOWLES 2012 AGED 8

WALES, UK

If I could flyI would see

My friend in Pine Street playing with a ball,My father taking Rooney for a walk,

I would see my Mother washing the dishes,My Sister watching T.V,

My Sister nagging my Mother.

I would hearThe children splashing in the puddles,

Children screaming in the yard,An ambulance coming down Pine Street,

Fireworks banging in the sky,Woodpeckers drumming on the trees,

Mr Locke blowing his whisle.

If I could flyI would smell

Roses in the back garden,My Nan baking a delicious cake,My Mother roasting chestnuts,

School dinner from the canteen.

SHAYLEIGH DUDSON - MOWLESWALES, UK


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I WAS LOSTFIORDALIZA CHARLES 2012

I had no sense of directionDid I mention...

I did not know another wayBut...

Now that I am FREEI think I understand

Why I've never been inloveI was too busy

ChasingReplacingand never gave Love a chanceI just, wanted to be romanced

Even tried toBlame others for my flaws

BecauseI did not know

How to love

I was living in...The illusionsDisalutionsAbout love

Who was I to trust?Can you blame me

Love did not come easyThere was no manual

Instructions

orIntroduction

I had to learnThe Hard Way

Everything on my ownLike a baby crawling to walk

One Step at a timeI was lead to believeI knew all about love


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ButI was such a fool

Because

I was like a childWith out clueIn the world

LostLeft aloneConfused

But...No I know

ThatIn order to love

anyoneI

mustLove

MeToo

FIORDALIZA CHARLES 2012BRONX, NEW YORK, USA


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STYLE DANIELA VOICU 2012

what I like on youis the indifference which is penetrate me so deep

as an contaminated nitrogen air

and my skin is filled with cries,in every scream grow one wing,

my hair, alike a crown treeflowering cherry

I fly, I learn to feel the air on the unexpected height of meyou dont see me, even I make a belly dance

you see through me, simple, remembering aboutnonexistence

I detached every night from unripe lipsto one last poem who I dedicate to you, but

The words remain untouched, unsaying my name

and I wait...any answer is alike a new breathing

because I dont breath, I refuse to breath till you will respond me

I breathe deeplyin the same time with the 360 Grades

I walk on the Tropic of Cancerequilibrium on a plan of seduction

I would throw, you to catch mebut you pretend that you smoke and your hands as your lips,

they are not found in this space and time(I love your style!)

DANIELA VOICU 2012ROMANIA


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LUCID DREAMINGAMPAT KOSHY 2012

i'm sick of poetryi dream lucidly

insteadof prose. my woman's breasts

held in my hands, tender, cuppedso bronzely

AMPAT KOSHY 2012BANGALORE, INDIA


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THOU CANT DEFEAT I GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012

Life lived dying minutes and seconds

Death becomes so dearLife offered nothing but a series of pains

with joy a little short

All times it was a dungeonpleasures ....... a fewdesires were so ripe

but never could I feed them all

Life...... a chain of sorrowsI remained fraught

like a dead barbecue chicken -rolled over and over again receiving fiery wrath

Life toppled me, battered and slaughtered mebut as a stoic I faced it all

in the hope that

at least once I may defeat her

And now is the timewhen death by me

I say to heryou played a lot

look I have an answer for youwhere you no longer enslave me

I ...... embracing deathfinally happiness in my eyes

tell you thatthough destroyed,

thou can't defeat I.

GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012INDIA


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PLEASE TOUCH METALISHA HARDEN 2012

You came into my room last night and made love to my soul withouteven touching me......

I came at least five times from your sweet rapture of bliss.....

I couldn't stand for you to touch me anymore but you persisted witha kiss......

The kiss of mental reality was so sweet yet enticing.......

I couldn't get enough of you and I yearned for more and youprovided........

I heard my name on your lips countless times and I enjoyed beingwanted and desired......

This thing we have even though it seems harmless oh, my damn is itdangerous.......

I would never in my wildest dreams think that a connection soinnocent could ever be so powerful........

The more I tell myself no and that this is wrong......

The more I want you and the more I yearn for your touch....

What have you done to me, I will never know.....

What I do know is that I can't get enough.......

Touch my spirit, make love to my soul, and open my body, the keyyou behold......

Oh, my damn why do you do me this way, way does my bodysway.......


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Why is it every time you say my name wanting or otherwise? I canfeel your hands between my thighs......

If only for one night I would ask you to touch me, tease me andmake me yours......

Is it safe to say that I want you and I want to lick you from yourhead to your toes...? 6 feet and so many inches of sweet caramel

flavor...

Mmmm......Tasty and so much damn pleasure.....

You have no idea what you have created....

I need you and I want the possibility of your touch......

Touch Me Please, Please Touch Me...

TALISHA HARDEN 2012CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, USA


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APOSIOPESISMICHELE BARON 2012

Time,allegiance,

choices of life,like petals,

shimmering, newon delicate stems,

nodding to timelessrays of sun

and spiraling starsin the cresting skies.

Petals, strung like pearlsmarking passing time--

flying with windshappily laden with memories,

drying, potpourri sweet;or battered and tossed,all bruised with falling,

flailing, failing,ground to nothingness

lost,in unnamed street.

Time,unhumbled, deathless,

ceaseless,what is life before it?

In the span

of birth and breath,wonder and wisdom,

love can giveeverything...

buttime

MICHELE BARON 2012 RABAT, MOROCCO


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MARRIED TO THE $DEYANIRA TAVERAS 2012

I'm married to the money,welcome to the reception.Come meet this bitches mother, her name is deception.

Say hello to the father of the bride.His name is extortion, he'd do anything for the prestigious

promotion.It doesn't matter if you have love and devotion.

This green bitch is slippery like lotion.Just as I think I got a grip on her,

She gets me to strip for her.Me, like most, would do many things for her

Lately I've been thinking I should put a jinx on herIf I divorce her she'd leave me penniless,But if I divorce her maybe I'd worry less,

But when I'm not with her I feel hopelessness,Because she keeps laced up in designer jeans,

She always finds the means,To get me in her chains.

Manipulative bitch, her middle name is disdain,And her only claim to fame

Is the worth I give her.Without me she wouldn't amount to much,

But I'm just guessing, call it a hunch.She will never die because she has a bunch

Of zombie-like followers,That praise her and bring her flowers.

Yup, our relationship is openBut I've been hoping

That she would stop this senseless jokingBefore I end up choking

The life out of herBut not before she buys me that fur...

-The Cool

DEYANIRA TAVERAS 2012NEW YORK, USA


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LONELINESSLYNDA FERRER 2012

Sunlight shines through the meadow of a beautiful paradise,

tenders the warmest feeling of my steady sight.

We walked this meadow many times while we were in love,

admiring the beauty of the bluish sky above.

Twas wonderful, your company in such beauty and emotion,

the trees dawned the horizon like the sun bathed the ocean.

Sunlight hazed the golden grass as it touch softly our feet,

you held my hand very tight, all seemed so very sweet.

I admired the softness in your voice, the twilight of your eyes,

it was just like a precious dream, I wish it never died.

My heart still sees the place where we always met,

wishing you were still here and that I never left.

Love you eternally, never, will I forget,

the dream we formed together which I wont regret.

I f one day my heart will die of sorrow,

I would continue here, for my hope, yesterdays and tomorrows.

LYNDA FERRER 2012HATILLO, PUERTO RICO


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THE LIGHT WILL SHINEMARIO PEREZ 2012

At the end of the rain, there is a beautiful rainbow.I found mine a few days ago.

There is hope, just pick yourself up and go.Don't be scared of the dark, because a star will help you find the

road.The rainbow and the star is a person with a beautiful soul.

They have something that you can't buy with gold.They help you out of your hole.

God sends us angels.There is blessings in every angles.Everything happens for a reason.

But you get through It like the season.God is great!!

Thanks to him, we are living up to this date

MARIO PEREZ 2012MARIETTA, OKLAHOMA, USA


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MEMORYAMITABH VIKRAM DWIVEDI 2012

I remember as I cannot forgetThe goodness of your heartWhich burns my memories

As snakes crawl of the burning earthAnd their hissing flames and that venom

Which is so poisonousAlways ready to take my breath away

I forget as I cannot remember

Your love devoid of your smileWhich keeps its pace with my eyes...

AMITABH VIKRAM DWIVEDI 2012KATRA, JAMMU, KASHMIR, INDIA


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WINTER RAINSANTOSH AKHILESH 2012

As the heaven opened its window;Charlatan sun peeping gingerly concealing itself from questers.

Thundering clouds begin to dazzle the warbling birds.

As the clouds fleet frivolously;Bringing a ray of hope of the blazing sun.

Soon a light drizzle washing away all the rays and hope.

As the light mists ;Bringing melancholy in every breath of air.

Cold dreary day coming to end tapering off any hope of elusivewarmth.

As the rain starts pouring;Cats and dogs running for shelter.

Dappled cloud anguishing its raw power on mortals.

Winter rain looking at me smilingAs if reminding me of the chilling yoke of domination.

SANTOSH AKHILESH 2012BANGALORE, INDIA


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TEDDY BEARJ. D BAILEY 2012

His name is TedBut he doesn't understand

I lay there waitingHolding his hand

Night has comeAnd I lie and stare

I cannot close my eyes

I do not dare

I clutch his pawAnd hold on tight

Maybe my prayers will be answered tonight

The floor boards creakoutside my door

And I know I have been bad

Once more

The tears fallBefore he starts

Another nightAnd a broken heart

He takes my clothesAnd my soul

I cannot get backThe innocence he stole

I cry for my mumBut she does not come

No chance of rescueFor her evil son


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My teddy bearHeld tight in bed

He will never tellThe secrets I said.

J. D BAILEY 2012LANCASHIRE, ENGLAND, UK


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SAUNTER WITH MEJILL DELBRIDGE 2012

I yearn to saunterin the wild

oblivious tothe ill's of societyliving and Loving

as a childUnconditionally

seduced by spontaneity

seeking truthful venturesWonderment of adventurenatures sweet simplicityclimb steep mountains

with mehand and handas we search

and uncover virgin landtaking a bold brave stand

feel my impassionedlongings for unity

humankind and furkindcoexisting in harmony

basking inthe unwavering serenity

Heaven's ,nature's,and earth's

bestowals are plentycome, let me strip

away your fearsaunter with me if you dareserendipity awaits us there

unclad feet leisurely.... stridebreathtaking visions alongside

natural spring waterfallspilling.....into a stream

pausing .....drinking


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in what few have ever seenor dream

let's stroll down an umapped path

feel your heart laughsoul smiling

amidst ambiance of Eden-unbelievably-beguiling

journey with mefancy-free

endless fieldsof lush greenery

experience Mother Earth'sabundant offering's

relax with me....patient and still ,

breath in Lovebeneath deep plumcelestial Heavens,

feel warmth of starlightfrom above

relax.....inhale!sigh..........

exhale your fearsand weary eyes

reflect on magnificenceof life and all it's beauty

mindful ponderingsabsent of society's decay

meditate , reflect ,

and/or praise, and prayset inhibitions freeallow your inhibitions

to come out to playclosed mind's

and wide shut eyesreturn to fascist society

grinding sun to suntill another man's

proprieties are doneponder this venture


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of a womanwho dares

to speak her tongueon an endless

quest for Peace ,Love ,Equality and Justice

for each and everyoneyou'll know then why

I'm an outcastwhose chosen

to saunterfearlessly

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