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Jacko likes to make believe, that he is no ordinary mouse,
It’s all about the proper breeding he says, as he struts around the old house,
He claims an aristocratic bloodline that can be traced back to the king
The other mice that live in the manor are all descendants of…Continue
Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?
And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,
Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?
As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him…Continue
I am the pendulumOn a grandfather clockWho has fallen in loveBut, the hands have stopped.K. Lee Bon., copyright, all rights reserved (worldwide), time starts when the hands have stopped, our hands of love - time forgot, 06/11/2014Continue
With thundering certaintyMy heart beatsFor youWith thundering certainty . . . This ship is destinedFor beautiful horizonsThat blind my frail, human eyesSo, I dream of theeAnd places and starsWhere beautiful disastersCollide with what my soul yearns…Continue
This is for Shopping-Trolley Thomas, Vietnam Veteran and street-wise philosopher. Today I’m not walkingdown the road to the town.Instead I’m climbing up it,to the distant green hill. I’ll find a broad tributaryof furious, strident steel -in my way,…Continue