I can happily deal with the concept of infinity, forever. Yet there is something which is deeper, two people ,a man and a woman,facing each other, Absolute, Intimate, Sincerity, the ultimate wordless meaning, knowing, that’s how deep i want to go, to share the journey, as deep as boundless. comfort, joy, simplicity.    

WOKE UP T THIS,MASTER BOLAN *But see, i also had the Zeta Jones in the cornish surf picture blowin through the bat cave,* Well your dirty and sweet,clad in black, Dont look back and i love you, Your dirty and sweet oh yeah, Your slim and your weak, Youve got the teeth of the hydra …

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Today i found myself luxuriating in the absolute, contentment,of a vegetable patch,strong in earthy smells, oh! ANTONY,THATS NOT SO VERY SPIRITUAL,IS IT, No indeedy,now aint it just so very lovely t let go the strings of intellect,or is your brain summoning the need for it?,oh deary deary dear,too afraid t let go?need t be someone?need t …

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    This local mag written by one o the good guys of life,MR TOM,My community self writes under J.A.C.   and James, visit web site here  

In a dance,maybe you can call it that, with the ancestors here,from Britain, way back before the bronze age,way back, its night an there’s a big fire,no clothes , no skins,just bodies hot from exertion,all painted in red ochre,covered in ochre, guttural sounds from within, bone sounds banging, this is wild,wild sexual animalistic abandoned mind,human gone,POWER POWER …

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The real heat of summer sun, dusty earth,horse sweat and the pungent smell of nettles,gets inside me that stuff, and you,leaning up against the fence,just taking in the day, something about the way you shudder when i run my finger down your spine inside your shirt, i know you got your eyes shut,an theres a …

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I awoke amongst the deer, why am i here,how,so quick the thoughts, why are the others not running,so close,feeding on the dawns wet grass beside me, then i wake again,again i opened my eyes to the morning light,with the background drone of cars and people talk, the deer dreams me,there are no questions,because there are …

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Here,upon the deercrushed bracken,and sweet fern,we can lay,and talk on Fae things,and smile,while the cuckoo calls,and stag walks by unafraid, wylde bees bumble on orchids breath, but not so sweet as the nectarous light ,shining from your eyes, life weaves eazy love,and no caution do we pay,so great the welling rise, and words, words only shaping …

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Drinking in the musk,the honey,the depth of peaty moss, surrender, to the dappled woody stream, surrender, to the naked breeze, to the raw untamed,raw natural,raw no law, intense eyes of the shaking body,held by the rapture, the breath of it,wild unbuttoned fevered caress,tree bark speak,moonlight,sunglaze,cover me, open me, bleed me,pour me out, onto the good …

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One mans voice,out here,at the dreaming pool, the stark night a witness,with the wyldewood trees, the vixen calls reminder, and i fumble in my pockets for the silver ring,   a gift for the calling,to the lady of the spring, i cast it free,and in the waxing moon i watch it fall, shimmering my wishes.