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Dye Dye Dye Am in a loving mood Sound string up Sweat a run Noise a Mek Heart a race Inna di love saga Dye Dye Dye Full up of Education Yet not on a payroll Change position now Mi know yuh like 6:30 now…

“Poetic Valkyries and Viking Warriors” The little girl stood shivering, Bottom lip quivering, So secluded,the Forsaken. She peers from her purgatory where she has been locked away. Watching the monsters, Demons, dragons, And the fiends of hell, Dance merrily, Amusing the devil. Suddenly, a midst…

“Good Laughs Haiku” Wipe-out, splash, crash, bash. Awe-some laughs come to mind now. From a time a-go.

The dark waters rose. I had to slip into them. I held my breath.

Here There Nowhere I am nowhere else but inside myself. It cannot be be otherwise. You see, there is a distinct lack Of anywhere anyone could be.

What would they say, Those from the coffin ship days, To know that we hurtled through one night, Eight miles above the ocean, And came back to Ireland After leaving her?

Touchdown This is Ireland Again I am in no shape to greet her I think she knows me well by now, And knows I need a moment alone.  

The eyes need rest From seeing. The mind from thinking. I want to fall into the mist of nothing. Whoosh. What is the sound of this buffering mist?

The hands of the clock spin wildly. I have nothing to say anymore. I am tired of this voice. If I have to have one at all, Let it be new.