Taken from a note pad

I had some long meetings today.

Some of the presentatiosn I've heard for the 3rd time in the last 2 days.

So here's some stuff from my note pad.

The Written word aka keeping awake

Did Hemmingway do it like this?
Did his gifts flicker like a buzzing light bulb as the wove those beautiful pieces?

JOAT...JOAT...JOAT... echoes in the chamber of the mind.

If you had to ask, you would.

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Poetry

What a word,
it conjures up images
of skinny baret wearing folk of bohemian beauty.
Of men on bended knee under starry skies.
Of romance, freedom and inner heights.
Its never been my favourite prose.
lets try it anyhow.

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Turbo
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Gleaming moon dawns on the liquid skin.

Steel meets leather in resolute lines.

Silence is shattered as white, blue and red pierce the darkness.

We move.

opposing forces clash with might roars
Daft movements balance on the knife's edge
as eyes, hands, feet and mind
flick, pulse ,fly between throbbing heart beats.

the needles climb,

the whistle builds, shouts, screams into the night air.

motion blurs and the very hand of God pushes then slams on your chest.

We fly on, arrow and archer, as one into the night.