Empire of Whimsy
Poems, stories, alternative realities.
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Only One
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The magpie brought the message sent. It flew into the tree and then I looked and looked and looked again But there was only one. It said ...
Humble
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Hard to explain how much I hate the word humble Insidiously supplanting sincerity and stumble- Spoken into each gobful of gratitude as toke...
May Queen
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And so we come to the end of the dread days. May brings blossoms and sometimes rain. The Cailagh cackles. Her twigs are crackling in her he...
Effort
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Laying waste to laziness this month I have ravaged the paving and surged forth purging intentions and replacing them with actions. Playing ...
Aurelian Ratio
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The aurelian ratio’s rationale corrals all things into patterns recognisable for the cognisant, rational thinker. It is easy to be blinker...
Fork
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Bifurcation, crossroads, choices. Cacophony of conflicting voices. This way, that way, take a step Try not to seed a new regret. Who are yo...
Open the Door
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Open the door. It could be anything. The possibilities are, if not endless, at least more numerous than listable. And to remain here, listl...
Small Potatoes
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A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. It induces hubris. And hubris by nature is insubstantial, pinned to power inconsequential, like th...
Garden Justice
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Spiders crawl. Their sprawling limbs deftly spinning false narratives into unrecognisable realities. Nets of untruths bind and gag honest o...
Abstract Spring
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Laundry lots and sunny spots and warmth outside our windows - open now. New ideas, bicycle rituals and clearance. In more ways than one. I...
Part 1 - A Productive Sunday
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I was sick of the shape of the lounge. The windows ignored and the mess all around. So we made a plan to move some shelves. Well, one in p...
End of the End
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Another one gone. Another three songs poisoned by emotional association. It's a strange wave that breaks when they shoulder that box. ...
Vinstaspam
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It's fascinating to watch the transformations, the faces changing, shapes and shading molding the old into the new. Glued to metamorpho...
Damp
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Because the darkness remains, despite action to the contrary. Because the dampness pervades, despite the open windowed remedy. Rani ranidae...
Float
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Stoicism in the face of Caprice is a skill that still evades more than it is exercised. Long term goals require long term planning and I...
Remains
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Counting down the days and ways that I have missed you. The moments that we haven't shared. The times I know that I was scared but to o...
Balance
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The swoop of this pendulum gives me vertigo. Up I go! And down. And how far down depends on things entirely outwith my control. Slower in t...
Kathleen
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In this tempestuous Spring I'm spinning untethered, buffeted and way off course, of course. These searing winds bring new beginnings, ...
Shrinkflation
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It’s heady times we’re living in! Full pelt, high tilt, heading for oblivion, watching the numbers on labels go up and pounds in pockets g...
The Bells
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Another one gone! Brothers left without brothers and mother's with hands so wrung they become the bell that tolls for grief. Rare and...
Marvellous
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This year is brought to you by the word Marvellous. The more I use it the truer this becomes. It's funny the way things go, sometimes ...
If You Go Down To The Woods Today
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The crown effect guarantees ends don’t quite meet in the folio dome of this cathedral. Timorous squeaks and piercing pleas out of reach to...
Sunset at the Lilypond
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Gold discarded by the falling sun floats on the crests of waves; caught on unpopular opinions; rocking hopeful rafts of dreams. beams lash...
Ambition
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New brooms sweep burned bridges into piles of ashen regrets. Some say this way wipes slates white, writing “self awareness” in sinuous cur...
Wasted April
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Wandering this wasteland weaponised with witty lines lifted directly to remind us April is the cruelest month as if we didn't understan...
Sick
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All my friends are sick. In different ways, of course, individuality being their unifying constant. But sick, all the same. These weirdish ...
Simple
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Being inclined to the over active mind makes you vulnerable in ways unimaginable to folk who’ve never been waifs or strays. Every step on ...
Here We Go Again
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And so here we go again, Pitting flesh swollen with unshed tears. You'd think after all these years we'd know The earlier signs, th...
Fishing for Birds
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I Just Might
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It calls to me at night. The soothing hush is no match, for the draw of the same pulse and roar. It mesmerises with its might. And I might,...
Witness
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I am swallowed by my bitterness and I swallow it in this fractal frame of failed relationships. Cynicism soothes my wounded seat on shelf. I...
Little One
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You said I could be anything As long as the words you wrote were the words I'd sing. You said I could be anyone If I'd do exactly w...
Self-referential #6
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I am so sick of all of it. The corruption, the lies, the statistics. I once was able to warn allegorically but now I state baldly, in fa...
Witch's Garden
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Green grow the shoots here in my witch's garden. Tiny green tendrils that reach to the light. The fox wears the bells here in my witch...
Deeper
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I've been waiting so long. I said, I've been waiting so long. But like every man or woman that ever has been, you're running la...
A New Direction
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https://on.soundcloud.com/LR83k Some of you may have been wondering why I have been quiet recently. I have been busily working on a new p...
After The Storm
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I never thought the I would side with an aggressor. “Never let the means unjustify the ends" But it's hard to have honour suffoca...
I Write To Still My Inside Songs
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I write to still my inside songs. But words escape, they flutter fecklessly away. I grit my teeth and bite my tongue. Verbal tics have ...
Davey Jones
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This body of water Swallows bodies of our daughters, bones of our sons. Unforgiving, dark, forbidding, Rolling roar at sinking sun. ...
The Monster Under The Bed
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My mother always shushed me when I went to her and said "I think there's a monster hiding underneath my bed" She said to m...
Green Eyed Monster
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This year, of all it's hardships This year, of all it's woes. This year of lessons, battles, losses, hurt and heaviness and sorro...
Pedestals
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Heed the mob with scythe and sickle, Burning torches, glassy eyes. Adoration false and fickle. Come to cut her down to size. They inves...
Uncomfortable Crown
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Stand 6ft back and deliver. Stand 6ft back motherfucker. Keep your distance, kill the virus. We're united as divided. Stay 6ft back...
Choices 2; an answer
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I've spoken about choices before, About how The decisions we make are more Or less Than we give them credit for. I find myself po...
The Belle of Bulgham Bay
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This verdant, windswept spit of land Ringed around with golden sands Tended by MecLir 's right hand Where magic makes its final sta...
Collectors
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Some people collect stamps. Some people collect coins. Some people make air fix models so well You can barely see the joins. Some peop...
I am Alpha
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Every third generation Comes a swell of population That is heavily swayed towards the masculine breed. Their forefathers before them On...
Picking Scabs
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Fire gazing family, Night breezes lazily Hissing through leaves and open windows. “what is it? Why the sudden stirring?” “hasten, chi...
Tomato
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In my drive to self sufficiency Indoor gardening appealed to me, So I hung them in the windowsill, Ingredients 3. I knew it was a risk...
Psalm for Motorcyclists
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TT is here The wheel of prayer roaring Thirty seven and three quarters Of energy embedded in Sacrificially sanctified soil. This is...
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