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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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IN A FLAT
In a flatyou thinkyou could scream yourself to deathand not be heard.Pressing your cheekagainst the cool of the sink.One breathupon another breath.No wordfor that. In a room,you sufferinside door,walls, ceiling, floor.You could shout,you could walk out,it’s not a tomb. In … Continue reading
YOGA
Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading
DEEP DOWN TO DEATH
Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, breath, Brian Taylor, death, FAITH, nothing, pain, waits
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SINGLE-MINDED SALLY
Single-minded Sally woke up just before she diedand, looking round the Faces,saw there was no place to hide. Single-minded Sally knew she’d left it far too lateand she could not think of any way to make the Faces wait.And the … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, death, died, faces, fearful din, humour, light, Sally, surprise, unblinking eyes, yellow, yellow teeth
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SEEING THE OBVIOUS
The fisherman sees the fishbut not its painuntil as fishhe swims this way again. The rich see not the poorthey have inventedand, not contented,strive ceaselessly for more. Abraham’s descendants fight for their promised land,and while they swarm and fight like … Continue reading
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Tagged Abraham, blindness, blood, breath, deathless, desert sand, fish, fisherman, Messiah's Law, my family, nature red in tooth and claw, pain, promised land, Seeing the obvious, vegan
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ETERNITY
Looking with dispassion,with equanimity,doesn’t it shine brighter than a thousand suns?The broken wing,the severed finger,the uncompleted life‘the smyler with the knife’the smell of fearspirochaetes, viruses and germsand the ever-chewing sepulchral worms? And don’t we see a thousand times and morethat … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, breath, dispassion, empty wind, equanimity, eternity, Evermore, Heaven, joys and pains, past, thousand suns
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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO
It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plank that bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you … Continue reading
