Below: Extracts from a book of illustrated poetry due for release 2009. By Spirit De La Mare at Goddamn Media.

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Reflections

I ponder where I often sit,

Of you and me, and them.

Of rights and wrongs, we wont admit…

…seems never how but when!

We better times that never were,

The dreams we didn’t share.

False memories, just a blur…

….and luck is just so rare!

With winnings that you’ll never gain,

And wisdom we cant say.

Regret lives within the pain….

…we know we lost our way!

Soon the image will more than fade,

And never, we understand why.

Mistakes we say we never made….

….and tears we didn’t cry!

By Spirit de la Mare©

Without you

Without you, there is but barren land,

An arid desert, of course, dry sand.

A lost lake, whos bed cracks, with the strain.

A bird without feathers, dies within the rain.

You are my truth, that never becomes lies,

And without you here …..everything dies.

By Spirit de la Mare©

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Below: Extracts taken from 'Fantastical Theories'. Due for release 2009. By Spirit De La Mare at Goddamn media.

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FANTASTICAL THEORIES

BOOK ONE:ORIGINS AND KNOWLEDGE.

"………Before time was time, before moments were moments. Water ran pure and conscience didn't breathe. Blooming pigments flourished and life filled the scene. Energies had not settled into any particular physical form....yet the air exuded life, real life. During these years life existed in forms beyond the present understanding. Existence was certain but manifest in such a way , that it may never be fathomed by our present or future minds.

At some point or another, of specifics I choose not to recall. Time became time, moments were moments. Water hid impurities, and the sufferance of conscience became manifest. Worlds had shifted after the great storm, and life force pushed into hiding. Physical entities of gluttonous souls began to appear. Spreading and breeding ,infecting the organ that was once my home.

The great elders and wandering gods, became hurt and weaker every day and eventually were forced to hide...within a great sea. As a child would within the womb of a mother.We hid within codes, and hid the codes within living forms. Each code formulating a variation of physicality. It was the only way..forced to hide within the world we created......."©

BOOK TWO:THE WISDOM.

"…………Obviously due to the stagnation of our atmosphere after the disruption, life was no longer eternal. We shifted from one form to another as time rolled on.

From each form an endless knowledge, and knowledge must certainly be passed on.

Each story will be different and intended for other ears. However this is my story and your mind must know the tale….."©

BOOK ELEVEN: ALL POWER

"………In all the lives I had lived, up until that moment, I had never seen anything so incredible. As I approached the destination of the sacred tree I stumbled several times. It was clear this journey was not intended to be one of ease. The moat like valley that surrounded the mountain was full of harsh bracken and broken vines, covered in thorns so long, they towered above me. I felt so small within that valley! it became very obvious I was only human.

The mountain loomed above me, blocking out the sun, and casting a shadow of darkness so thick, it was like a black syrup that poured into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. My tiny tiny feet felt hollow with the pain of a thousand mile walk, I couldn't see, but I could smell the blood that flowed like red rivers into the valley, through every pore of my soles. To this very day I do not know what drove me there...it was beyond curiosity.... I was being called.

Half way through the valley, I became delirious as reality began to bend. I hadn't eaten for so long, and was more than weary from the arduous journey that I had faced. I had one sleeping fire fly left, I decided now was the time to waken him, as severe tiredness and darkness would have inevitably induced sleep, weather I liked it or not. The initial glare burned like an open flame on my eyes...but they soon adjusted and the horror of my surroundings was shown in all its fighting glory. I felt more afraid now than I had done before....but the light could not be wasted. I reluctantly looked down at my feet. It became very obvious as to why I was feeling so week....a giant thorn had wedged itself through the side of my foot. I kept knocking it as I walked, it had torn a gash so deep I could see my ankle bone. It appeared insects too had been feasting on the dying flesh and open wounds....!!!!

Delirium had affected my judgement....I had to carry on. if I stopped then to rest, I may never make it.

I walked on, a tiny orb of light weaving between evil, listening hard to my inner voice that drove me on....I had hypnotized myself, and was never going to stop!

It was then that i woke from my trance, and everything changed.

From under a giant leaf a small disheveled character appeared before me. As she removed her hood from her head and I saw that blanket of chocolate curls.. I realized I was looking at myself.

I began to cry……"©

By Spirit de la Mare

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