WRITING
Essays, prayers, poems, journals, reviews and reports from across the Rock Dove archive
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Saturday 6th, the Best Dream of a Bad Bunch
Allowed to meet you at the bustling shore, finally, you were healthy. Super, popular-kid, rosy-cheeked happy, healthy and smiling. Slight craned back from reading so much, but positively glowing, in a way that made me so happy, despite, or maybe enhanced, even, by the fact you seemed not to recognise me. I could have been…
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I Picture Her
I can just about see Her,In some former-Soviet Zone,Looking over Her shoulder,At a distant Sunset,Going,“What on Earth were you?”, But it’s just Me,Going,“What the hell do you think?What I tried to tell You,All these years.”
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3rd April: Best Part of My Dream Last Night
I was in hiking clothes along with a group of men, and the forest was extremely lush, and filled with wild beasts and tribesmen, all of the savage sights and sounds of them killing, and eating each other alive, were not too far from the main camp. The paths to them were beaten, for walking…
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When We Write
Whenever we write something, as clearly and plainly, and out in the open as this, we are not ashamed to say, that there is a glowing, white heat, intensifying within it. It’s beyond the notions of being misunderstood, misdirected, or punished for something that is not there. It, for now, is simply quite present, and…
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Guiding my Own Way Through it.
Right now,There is a tempest in my body’s body. It’s unclear or unsure,Within the vessel,What’s really there,What rhythms there are or were,This storm has the logic of the air. Maybe I’ve always been my own guide,And looking back,Within,That appears to be true,That appears to be something I do,And find out later. But peace must come,Tranquility.…
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If I Get Stuck in You
I would like to think it won’t hurt, nearly as much as it might do. But that’s Nature, taking hold. In essence, no matter how small, it ruptures and permeates the mould. On the most clear days, I hold down the key of love, and i say, “this is permanent, this is yours, this is…
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Blessed and Grateful
It’s a Friday morning in the springtime of 2024, and I am online, announcing a full and grateful glowing spirit of feeling harmony and love, (once again). If I were to try to count my blessings, it brings to mind an image of a tree, and its branches, tasked with trying to enumerate its leaves,…
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To Set A Few Things Straight
I’m a hobby blogger, with a few occult truths under his belt, and secrets, that people didn’t know could be secrets, locked firmly in his chest. Where nobody cares, or wants them to be untrue, or gone altogether. My true story has had me directed and shunned into corners of society that I GET to…
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All It Took To Reignite
No one’s thought or felt the reverberations,With more guilt or clarity than mine,Of how I listened to my own pre-birth lessons on this,Let them shape me over time. I knew when I took your gift,(The one you’d rather I stole),It was enough to light my head,Like a dry piece of coal. I cant live off…
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Your Innermost Cage
Deep within your innermost heart is a cage,And in here your Truth is made.It might only be a short novel,With chapters that smoulder with rage,Or few pages in size,But here you try hardest,Not to write any lies. Always trust the spirit of what is there,It might never be comforting,May not even be fair. But it’s…
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Your Ugly face
On the numerous times i saw it,I tried to invert your ugly-face.But it shook its head,At what remained of the heart,Said “let me be what I am at”. I’m still yet, to relate to what i stole,I let precious little define me,And with the nothingness, the void,I found a warm friend inside me. Will my…
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THEIR REALM, NOT MINE
I don’t have to explain myself to anyone,Let alone those who know me,And I am aware I still am who I say I am,Alone. My greed is one factor,In the make-believe realm,Of launching into extremes,Never finding there some calm. Heaven forbid I get my heart touched sincerely,Good burns off without a profit so easily. I…
