My name is Andrew hunt, and I have been writing songs and poetry since I was 20 years old; though I have never been properly educated. My formative years were difficult, having experienced both neglect and abuse, and despite this I have tried hard to find gainful employment but have failed. Since I met my wife (lynette) in 2004, I have worked twice as hard to get an education through the Open University and at the moment I am 120 points away from completing a honors degree in English Language and Litrature
Shattered and stifled: pulverised by a distracted difference ego.
Allow me to rebuild these sore wounds that cruelty has so created,
Assent deliquesces: thus allying, these splintered searing shards aglow
And with thriving cement, assure enshrine this once so shattered form;
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The old photograph, like a tomb, rests at my feet;
Its gloss membrane has sprouted and is ruptured.
Leaving its once steeped colours, now to ebb
Then stream into bleach and begin to dissolve.
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The stars glitter in her eyes as these slow heavens part,
And here, upon these so soft dry rolling near desert sands;
While her knotted heartbeat fights to relent purlieu sighs.
While along the breeze that now heralds this latent dawn,
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Tis’ here: upon these almost dry, rolling, near desert sands;
Where plump abundant stars lustre above and below weave,
Leaving gossamer threads made of no- time across our eyes;
While our ears rest at this moment, open, desperate to perceive.
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