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Paul John Dear
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Rhythmical alchemist, writer(paul scribbles) and photographer
Rhythmical alchemist, writer(paul scribbles) and photographer

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Peace comes easy in the glade birdsong soothing every moment Peace comes easy in the forest trees whispering songs of the ancients Peace comes easy in the cabin time moving so slowly it is stopping but how do I find Peace in the broken how do i find Peace…
Peace
Peace
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Since moving off grid I have found internet access challenging. No time to write a new medicine poem and so this is an older write but with the addition of a musical accompaniment on Kalimba by fellow musician and poet Christine Stevens.     Poem Text:  
Music Medicine (Accompanied Reading)
Music Medicine (Accompanied Reading)
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Suited and booted I was. Top of my game and driving a fast car. Selling my soul for the price of making it. Big bucks and sadness on tap. It wasn’t supposed to be like this at the top. The brochure looked much nicer than the reality. Slave to the machine.…
Leaping
Leaping
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Life in a cabin has caused less internet access and so less poetry here. I’m going to try a bit of catch up now with the dVerse Quadrille series, namely numbers #57 (Rain)  and #58 (Cobble) Two poems here then. Enjoy -0- does the time know what is is or…
Quadrilles
Quadrilles
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i am dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence you will not find me by looking there unless your eyes have ears i am the sound of shattered shards of soul, cracked mirror of self i am the sound of whispered leaves, falling onto soft dew lit…
there is a field
there is a field
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one word at a time i scribble trying to make sense of the world it is a stream of consciousness i open up as a valve to my self written on the winds of no time scattered as dust i am expanded blown into a place of possibility open to the tumbling of words…
growing words
growing words
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warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it’s embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music…
Whispers of Walden
Whispers of Walden
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how to step into a muddle wear suitable clothing, preferably rubber goggles are optional bow your legs and walk like a duck quacking is optional once there, embrace the chaos screaming is optional spinning is likely so hold onto yourself tightly love is…
muddling
muddling
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  gather up the muddle that is yourself fire hard(end) rock eggs leaping within bounce them into a zip(ped) bag to melt avoiding any sort of crunch is a good thing take the resulting liquid and paint the sky an emotional blue flurry of wisdom   Quadrille…
painted
painted
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in the beginning perhaps you did not know it was pain that persistent ever-present visitor created a habitude that bound you to the dark how can you know there is light when all around there is none how can any seed of faith be planted in such a soulless…
reflection
reflection
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