Art & Dis(ease)
This group shares and promotes themes using creative expression as therapy for one's mental, physical &spiritual condition.
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Embrace
My lips fell
Full and heavy
All over youI covered you
Tucked you tightly up
In the moist heat of my tongue
We lay locked
In a pose that would force soft smiles
From even their cold concrete facesThen I t…
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Sixty Five Years old
Sixty Five Years Oldnow that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …
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pestilence (part one)
the city sleeps.
sin rises like a dirty
vapour from off the crazed
paving stones
and permeates the darkness
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The Message
“Life itself flows on through eternity. Beyond earth life are the realms of higher existence waiting to enfold you in love. We see your world with its light and darkness. We come among you as symbols…
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Time of Light
a time of light…
time by the sea
a special time of quiet…
space…the horizon
the edge calls across
a path of tremulous
striated light “look out
look to the end
then beyond”
in truth the mind
k…
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Remembering School
School hold many memories for me. Some are good while many are far from good. It was not until my concluding years at school that I began to achieve academically. Conditions were often stern, harsh a…
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End of a Philosophers Day
He was glad to sit quietly at last. A lover of wisdom is always a lover of silence. It had been a long day, absolute miles of it during which he had visited a court and recorded his observations. The…
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Sara's Song
I am frightened of the dark
In this unfamiliar space
My arms reach out with hope
My eyes strain to see your face
But you are not here with me
As I tread the waters deepWe are isolated mourners
When we los…
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Your deck of cards....
perfection sits on a pretty shelf
embossed with beads of gold
a sad and lonely place
creaking softly into the night….shivering from Autumn’s twilight
made cool from the breeze
whirling in a …
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Close Your Ears and Remember
the music is natural
written in the mind
the heart
do you remember
forgive and come alive
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The Old House
A strange, sinister chill. The man did not want to enter yet; there was a sense that he must.
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I Remember
(for M)
i remember
sunrise taking dark night
my true friend…
i was taken to the edge
felt the breath of
predatory beyond…
i came away…
you were my emmaus road
encounter…a shield
from b…
