Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Month: January 2020

  • A Kiss In The Dark

    A Kiss In The Dark

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    by

    rak
    in

    Winter morning sun Like tenderness under fire A kiss in the dark

  • A Mystery

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    by

    rak
    in

    The meaning of love Just like the meaning of life Is a mystery

  • The Warming Of The World

    The Warming Of The World

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    by

    rak
    in

    England. Early January. Out morning winter walking in the urban backwoods, I see what I should not: green buds breaking from the sleepy bark. Not just the eager whitethorn but blackthorn, too, and haw and wild rose and ash and more. All are stirring now, too soon, wakened by the early warmth of the world.…

  • A Note Of Your Song

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    by

    rak
    in

    Each day Each moment of each day  Is a note in the song of your life  Sing out Sing loud and with lust Sing for your life Your life is the song you sing Only you When you wake in the morning  Sing your song  Sing to the sun  Sing out or hum The sound…

  • Christmas, My Friend

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    by

    rak
    in

    His Christmas, summed up: one wedding, two funerals, a sudden orphan.

  • The Year Of Hope

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    by

    rak
    in

    This year I will win Enough to buy me a dream I have to have hope

  • Happy Shitty New Year

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    by

    rak
    in

    Happy shitty new year, dear Just like every other year Over one more petty beer You turn into someone weird Leading me to hope or fear This could be our last new year