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Funeral

Maybe with funerals there's something  kinda  wrong How do you say goodbye to someone who has already gone? But that's not it eh maybe.  no it's how you commit someone to a memory. Transform perhaps that substantial presence to hold inside that ache and warm    We have funerals maybe  then to make someone a soul.... And so we hug and weep to recreate and press to heart  the quintessence  of  their whole

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Kleinies.

If I could love you with a place I would love you with this

And if I could colour my soul I would

in  this sun and  sea

To cover all the dark and hurt fucked up humanity

it would disappear

beneath the glow of sand and

my hand would trace as it has done before

the now that is just now so

endlessly........

and sea drags against my feet..the wind tugs at a sleeve

its this

 this place

i meet my everyone...

they are here who I breathe

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It was a brief but glorious evening of Aurora Zebrialis

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He seemed to emerge from a space deep in himself.

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Will you ..

At the curve of the edge of a life will you wonder at the view the blue ahead that has always been there and was and always will  be just   as blue? Will you feel the trickle of the sweat from your forehead and yes my friend will you relish the time you spent to get to  a place so never quite near the end? and when you close your eyes and things turn  dark will you remember to hold, and  feel the very essence of your heart

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In the end, thought Kicking Horse, things got really fcked up

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MONDAY

Monday will always come, maybe anoint our wishes; or disappoint our new beginnings, and thus clutched to its dawn so  unwanted, the fabric of our  past sinnings; Stretched to untangle us  from this fray of pasts,  from these darkened ends of a day's new start - and see and feel perhaps the dull bright thud of hope and hurt at the edges of our heart.

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the town would often loom in marshall’s dreams

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Aunty Gertrude’s bite was a tad worse than her bark

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Oke at airport

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Dad

We saw our dad that

 once a year and his world

Was ours for just that then

Those weeks

A whirl of ways

All new to learn once more

Then go home again

My dad would  kiss me  maybe

Goodbye

On my cheek

And in your heart you know

There're  things of which you can truly feel

But never really speak

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the rustle of things

So, light to the somber and dark - some other’s word and warm...

I keep a soul shrouded  I hide I shiver;  in the corners loom the edges of  a frost and  night. And while we grow,  while we keep ourselves alone perhaps and feel so much the rustle of things that otherwise hide - we are that more than this endless  inside that dance around us that only others, that love provides....

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The climb

Dream tree blows and green  leaves glow around where I have climbed

And I have Reached this branch I hold

 to  look around And see the folk here are Oh fuck just so just so like  me

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Whispers

What whispers are those the Blue that grows, The orange that flecks To  the edge of A rainbow or storm? What hardness and soft Do we hide from our hearts yet cling to to  keep ourselves warm?

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Then

Dark sea rumble I Lay sleepless and I stretched my Hand  toward A silvered sky I touched a breeze I clutched Cool air  and

I close my eyes And I'm still there

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Rain

The merriment of a raindrop-slide down the window pane, Flows to stream to  join others  between down to  move  through the soil and then a  dance to a green that grows to  a field  and a stretech to a dream....