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We never did
Drink the tavern dry
We never did
Watch the years go by
We never did
Stroll along the Thames
We never did
Sneak off into the Men’s
We never did
Dance naked in a storm
We never did
Make love until the dawn
We never did
Choose our favourite song
We never did
Lift up where we belong
We never did
Holiday in Gdansk
We never did
Watch Netflix in our pants
We never did
Run for the last bus
We never did
Ever call us “us”
We never did
Discuss our childhood books
We never did
Linger on the looks
We never did
Learn to cook Makhani
We never did
Find each other funny
We never did
Meet each-others’ folks
We never did
Tell inappropriate jokes
We never did
Wake up in a blur
We never did
Change the way we were
We never did
Eat at KFC
We never did
Run into the sea
We never did
Stay at The Savoy
We never did
Bring each other joy
We never did
Hold hands when we walked
We never did
Smile when we talked
We never did
Head home feeling great
We never did
Go on a second date

I see like the sky sees—
Winding rivers, peaks, small bushes, tall trees…
A reality surrounded by all shades of purples and golds,
Humanity held together by unseen yet powerful bonds.
I hear like the mountain hears—
It feels like the air lent me its ears.
I hear echoes of joy and despair,
Emotional struggles we all share.
I feel like the earth feels—
Sharp claws of unappreciation and neglect that sneak in for the kill…
Then deeper… the gentle pull of nurture that ripens and heals.
I taste like the water tastes—
Samples of euphoria and deep sorrow strengthening my ways.
I touch like the world—
In colorful sharp icicles or warm, gentle swirls.
Winter becomes me on its sunniest days and harshest snowy nights;
Fall, spring, and summer follow in my footsteps… feed off of my lows and my highs.
But I see best when I close my eyes that can’t see anyway,
I see the world through a twisted perspective… the way my soul puts it on display.

Detelina Stamatova, Lyrics of The Soul: Heartbeat
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It’s a spiritual warfare going on they wanna take away our essence.
If you don’t know what your essence is than how can you protect it?
You first have to be mindful of how you can be affected,
then trace it to the cause so you can prevent from being defected.
Love is the essence of your being,
that indispensable feeling that can never be rejected,
that’s why they want to infect it.
Planting viruses instead of planting seeds so they can wreck ship (shit);
casting spells instead of casting light, basic principles of the matrix.
So let’s face it…the devil will try to destroy love and use hate to replace it,
but love is so strong can’t nothing erase it.
Don’t get me wrong, trouble times can shake it,
but the struggle will only redefine and reshape it.
So don’t let the devil shape-shift your essence into the matrix,
leaving you complacent.
Feeding you lies so you can’t see the basics.
Seek out the truth and you will see it’s all make-shift.

Author: Kelly G & Mask Intel

It came in cold and just won’t let up.

Each day is painful, both physically and mentally. The body, the mind together reject this terrible winter weather. Winds howl, snow flies, sun hides, sky’s cry.

People bundle, dogs go out do their business run back inside. Joy waits for warmer days. Happiness is lost among the frost. Trees shiver while branches snap. Birds hop hide beneath the spruce nettles, waiting for the sun to warm their feathers. Wild wolves wander on frozen tundra searching for food alive or dead. Lonely souls wait for spring to come alive but only if they can survive this murderess winter.

Some people speak with no
full stops and they build half
walled mazes with crashing paths
never finishing
a sentence or

When my father completed
his full stop I learnt
how to change it
into an ellipsis or a dash…
ignoring
the question mark,
hanging on to the comma –

Jack used full stops
but would erase
them as soon as they hit
the page
I never knew
which statements were true
at any given time

Virginia Woolf sentences seem to run as far as possible
for as long as possible with as many phrases as can
possibly be daisy-linked together before eventually
finally
arriving at that longed for
full stop

If I was a full stop I would be
pink on Mondays and blue
on Sundays
I keep trying to full stop but
the comma keeps
lending its tail

Perhaps the full stop is nothing
but a beautiful
mesmerising circle

Earth sun moon
endlessly full
never stopping

by Bethany Rivers
Published in ‘the sea refuses no river’ by Fly on the Wall Press (2019)

I’ve never waited so long for the passing of the last frost,
When seeds can be planted and new life springs forth.
I’ve never waited so eagerly for the passing of the last frost,
keeping the ground from bearing fruit.

I’ve scoured catalogs;
What should I order?
Flower or vegetable?
Beauty or food?

When will the earth give up her cold freeze?
I’ve gazed at flowers from my car window,
looking longingly at hanging baskets.

What can endure a light frost?

Some of the flowers can,
though the more delicate ones cannot.
So I put on my mask and gloves and purchase the hardy plants
They endure, as I must.

In my eagerness, I planted seeds that might just freeze.
After April, who deceivingly smiled at us
with warm sunny days and then
with the dagger of death—

She plunged her freezing cold steel into the earth.
` As the seed planted must die, so must I.

Awaiting the passing of the frost, so life can return to what it once was,
I look out my window.
Just staring at the frosted magnolia blossoms, I hold my breath.
Will they brown and die?

I’ve never waited so long for the last frost to pass.

Waiting in anticipation for planting vegetables and flowers.
Looking upwards to the heavens, no longer asking why,
with hope for the passing of this grey death.

Never to know normal again?
Still the anticipation of embracing loved ones, dangles before me,
with hope,
I await the passing of the last frost.

2356
steps taken so far
through this
DAY

1 prefoot in front of the postfoot equals
STEPS
moving the female body on the time
LINE

doing what?

Using the brain in the head on
TOP

of 1 skinbagbody
watching the flow of
ThInKiNg

The brain is designing and creating and producing
food for swift action and slow
RESULTS

The body feels refreshed waking up
from automatic repair and maintain work
without living awareness of the owness

What influence does the body occupant owness thb really have?

What content is sharable?

What info is worthy of being passed
ON?

What content is then picked up by foreign
EYES?

and used as info food for the foreign brain under the
BONY E SKULL

of another human being
which can be or may be maybe
MALE
FEMALE

and either will have a front and a last
NAME

This IT certainly will be overfilled by info already

What can this earthian female thb pass
ON?

CALMNESS
QUIETNESS
SILENCENESS

accentuated by
BREATHING

There will be a newly linked
DAY

Tomorrow’s plans will include moving this body
out of the shelter of the safe
HOME

leaving no footprints
along paths marked for
TRAVELLING
into the COVID19 TERRITORY

controlled by the
ÜBERVIRUS
escape-launched from
CHINA

The country so vast
The country covering the lands of so many
PERSONS

speaking the oldest language on this
LONELY
planet

LONELY
because the only travel companion is
the round vanilla
MOON
which is polluted with some footprints of 12 bouncing males
since

1969

from the planet where
THEBREATHINGHUMANS
liveANDdie

There are no traffic jams up there
ANYWHERE

The bouncing humans looked lonely
to the plains and to the craters to the mountains to the valleys

Who might still imagine what they looked
NAKED

moving around fast and agile

Was their appearance a
SHOCK?

Was their disappearance a
RELIEF?

Are these territories waiting for an encore of this loud
VISIT?

The baby son of the earthian alien female skinbag thb
was born in that what the humans call
JULY 1969

T H E momentous event on their DNA heritage flow line

quickly changed from
INVADERS
to
EXVADERS

Now the earthians look up to the
MOONIANS
and the moonians look down to the round rolling
PLA-NET

and
all is calm
and
all is silent
and
the round rolling PLA-NET
will soon be slurped UP
by the overpowering echo lust of
THECORONATHEVIRUS

The GODS of the earthians are
MIGHTY

and
their time to implode is coming
on silent
STEPS

blown away by winds of
TIME

following the imprints of
THISTHATWITHTHEOTHER

PICKTHEDAY
PICKTHENIGHT
DROPTHEDAY
DROPTHENIGHT
TIME IS DEATHING IT

A l l i n e t e r n i t y

463words…2547characterswithspaces

based on the painting “Les baigneuses” by Pablo Picasso

you almost drowned that day, as we drank

in the sun by the coast. I mistook your flailing

arms for ones of praise, for the ocean smelt like safety.
I was selfishly tempting the rays to coat

me with a new skin, while she braided her salted hair and
you inhaled mouthfuls of souls lost at sea. When rescued,
all you said was:

“What a day.” And yes, the sand absorbed with ease between our toes
and the waves’ tantrum ended –
but it was the day. We became women who had to put on sunscreen

and eat three full meals and
lie in bed for a day after heartbreak.
My skin was coated with rules and reminders
and her hair was braided with questions
and your lungs inhaled fear.
We were different.

As thunder
As world all over child
I’ll flash your mind
I’ll suck your sleep at night
I’ll bite you right there where you must be glorified…
I will become your
Suicide

A modern day princess in a tragic land
A precious flower destined to be damned
A teacher, a child from a small town
With amazing grace she stepped into the crown
A beautiful vision covered with lace and pearls
A perfect bride this virginal girl
But the castle was dark and barren of love
And duty called for a more important cause
She stepped into her role with class and style
And bore her prince his first man child
She wore her heart on her sleeve
Craved for acceptance instead was treated like a disease
As suicide attempts and her bulimia grew
The court was embarrassed further away they withdrew
But the people loved her she could do no wrong
So the prince tried again another beloved son
With her children she did grow
She extended her heart and much more
When the walls around her came tumbling in
She found her strength and really began to sing
They threatened to take her children away
Divorce is not acceptable in the kingdom even today
But she stood up to armies and the press
And showed the world courage under great duress
A prayer goes out for a great woman indeed
For the paparrazi’s hounded and watched her bleed
Farewell our fair maiden you were a vision to behold
You will not be forgotten your story will forever more be told