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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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MY HEAD IS CLEAR TODAY
“My head is clear today,the heavy morning stayed awayor lost itself in sleep.Clear, open-sensed,I keepan eye where a light beambends round the sensesat the dreamy edges. In the slow growth, in the egg of a dream,in purple darkness,pushed up by … Continue reading
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged bad dreams, dream, God, Hamlet, Here and Now, infinite space, joy and sorrow, king, mind, present, Senses, Time, tomorrow, yesterday
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LORD OF THE JUNGLE
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us hutsof mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that pain … Continue reading
WHAT IS WHAT?
A boatafloaton the streamof time. On either bankthe dream;a banquet for the senses.A blazeof colour and livingnessof music and messagesto tempt and amaze;enticements and instant memories;the enchanting voiceof the serpent. Afloaton the streamfrom nowhereto nothing. .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged banquet, boat, colour, dream, enchanting voice, livingness, memories, nowhere to nothing, Senses, serpent, Time
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