Birdsongs

Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs.

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Tuesday, 20 June 2017

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For the man I now know You are the man I never would have known, Yours is the love that was always there. It went unnoticed as real...
Thursday, 16 March 2017

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The Break Back to reality!                    Whose? Once mine, n ow what? What's real?  Normal.                Reality ru...
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Don't tell him

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Don 't tell him Don't tell him that I said: He's right - I'm always wrong. Don't tell him I was listening Or ...
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Friday, 21 October 2016

That Tired Spot

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A tiny spot Unseen by most, Can't wash, don't fade, won't be cast out. An itch Unscratched, Beyond reach of tired h...
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Sunday, 7 August 2016

That Day

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That Day This is the day, the day it comes: The day that second, that brings these tears Writes these words, takes all my strength R...
Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Mother's Commute

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Mother’s Commute Look at me Mama! - I’m looking at my phone But I want you to look at me - Stop distracting me please Can I see...
Monday, 4 January 2016

But Today...

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  But today… I knew pain, I’d lost, I’d wept I knew helplessness and hopes abandon; but today…   I knew wringing my h...
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