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A Day of Nonsense – The Mollusc

By James Cole | February 10, 2016 | 0
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Some Background I loooooove nonsense. Nonsense in most of its forms tickles a part of my brain that nothing else can reach. So, back in 2016, I started a little thing on Facebook that I called “A day of nonsense”, where I would share my own nonsensical offerings and invite others to share theirs. Like…

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A Vision Of Tranquillity

By James Cole | July 7, 1997 | 0
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Tranquillity emanates from the glow of the ocean.  The distant hum of traffic provides the comfort of knowing I am not alone on this planet but only a step away.  Everything seems so peaceful, so calm and inviting.  Warmth emanates from the glow of the street lights that span to the horizon. Why is it…

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The Poet

By James Cole | February 8, 1997 | 0
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After creation came the poet And the poet said “Let there be darkness” And the Sun fell from the sky leaving the night And the poet said “Let there be pain” And he curled up in agony as all his muscles, even his soul cramped And the poet said “Let there be sadness” And his…

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Normality Is A Haze

By James Cole | April 28, 1996 | 0
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The people eat their T.V. sets as the chicken flies west through the rabbit cage. Eaten but not stirred please. The cattle stalk their victims prey as the innocents wonder about their day. ‘What’, is the word that remains drunk in your stomach. A bird that has flown, is to have wings that are wide…

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The Midnight Moth

By James Cole | April 27, 1996 | 0
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Death wraps its cold arms around me once more. The toxins of life cleanse from my blood. Visions of my past flash before my eyes, from this life or a previous one, I do not know. The midnight moth arrives to claim my soul, but cannot penetrate its cold blackened aura. The rain pitters to…

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The Mirror

By James Cole | April 27, 1996 | 0
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I stare into the mirror, as it casually and unaware reflects the true nature from within my soul. A dim light of hope that redemption may still be possible. A flash of images projects onto my mind. Red, blood, hatred, death. Is there a pleasant thought in there? Ah! A family, A picnic, rolling hills.…

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The Pendulum

By James Cole | April 21, 1996 | 0
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The pendulum ticks with every sway. With every sway another second Forever gone… Until the next one. Another breath of air escaping unnoticed, leaving me one breath closer to death. If the breath was my last, would it still go unnoticed? As I choked on my own rattle, would this last be the sweetest breathe…

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Understandable

By James Cole | October 3, 1995 | 0
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I believe the unbelievable. I practise the unsociable. I receive the unattainable. I worship the undesirable. I feel the untouchable. I destroy the indestructible. I am not the understandable. Other posts you may like.

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A Tortured Existence

By James Cole | September 24, 1995 | 0
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Drip! Drip! The sound of rain flushing another tormented soul into the freedom of death. A whip makes its tortured crack, as lacerations, so plentiful, scar my back. A small stream of blood trickles down my spine and land softly in a puddle of Hell. For Satan has reached up and torn my soul and…

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Illusions Of Sanity

By James Cole | August 29, 1995 | 0
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The raging winds, so wild and furious, blast the savage landscape. Stars flickering in the midnight sky. What is midnight anyway? When does night start and finish and who determines its middle? A dog roams aimlessly around the lake. It stops to see its reflection in the water but the wind distorts the picture on…

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The Pen

By James Cole | August 13, 1995 | 0
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The pen, it thrives inspiration. Channelling thoughts; emotions of my being. For if I don’t feel it the pen can not write it. The pen writes so only I understand. I am the master; it the slave… A slave to my heart like fingers to a hand. The pen is my friend. The pen is…

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Policy

By James Cole | July 24, 1995 | 0
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The blackness that has swept across this great land is by no chance. It is I who has challenged its greatness and have conquered. The hatred and suffering that I have spread is just the beginning of what I have in store for you. I will erase you and your brothers from existence, and I…

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