The Programme

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The Programme

By Scott Bailey © 2015

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My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to by some moisturiser

←——Insert fear

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to by some moisturiser

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to by some moisturiser

My god, my hands are dry

Must remember to by some moisturiser

——–> extract money

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The Forest of Dreams

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The Forest of Dreams

By Scott Bailey 2015

Dark, thick between the trees
No light shines off
The dull black armour
Of the horseman as he rides
Slow through the forest of dreams.

Pale the winding path
The black knight follows
His weary steed plods steadfast
As it’s burden heavy grows
Head hung low

This quest was not the glory
He dreamed of in his youth
Like the birds that flew this morning
On dreams that seemed to be
A promise of life and growth

He followed the flighty birds
As they danced upon his dreams
Into this tree locked realm
And the winding path so thin
They drew him deeper in

And the vines of need reached out
With curled dependency
Wrapped around his limbs, his heart
Sinking deep their thorns
The pain shook him from his dreams

To the vines he must cling
To keep his dreams at…

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Spring in my Step

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”

Spring in my Step

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Rusty
Is the spring in my step
Lost its purpose
Lacking oil
And energy
Waiting
Coiled
Will it bounce again?
One can hope

OK. So not quite what the prompt asked for but its what sprung into my mind.

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