Of him, who died in Hell, for Hell’s sake, let it be never again.The bullet that took him came faster than the speed of the wind,on the edge of sunset, his name on it! everlasting evil, torment beyond torment.And now we endure a world that has betrayed them all.What would they have made of, “All […]
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THE DAY BUBBBLING WITH HAPPINESSYOU THE CLOWN OF ALL GLORYYOU SHOUTING OUT ‘WAITER! WHERE IS MY JAMAICA LONGBOAT?’ROLLA laughing behind the counter hystericallythe music of those days filled with charismatic adrenalinwe would sit in yellow chairs the paint flaking off them, one in particular very noticeable…….the hum of old London town easing its way up
When a solider makes it home A soldier makes it home in a paralysis of memory and unforgotten fear, he has walked from a country station and looks on an English landscape, with eyes full of strange brokenopportunity, hungry for beauty, his whole being disintegrated by mad trembling.Red lips kissed by English dead, mind screaming
Is it possible to be in this world full of people and feel a flesh penetrating loneliness?well, it is!There are not many visitors to the world of the lonely.The world of the lonely is a real place, it has archways and gatesthere are no familiar soundsthe sky is full of the faces of old friendsfear
Melancholy moon comes up over the panorama of Postead church Graveyardthe sky seems to touch the headstones like lovers kissingI walk here now among the summer rays and autumn leavesI am intruding into the sleeping souls who know the “Grand Secret”the grand secret of time space eternity and beyondThe Distance noise, of the ghettoblaster hatred,
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Society has replaced the description of disempowered people in the same way that modern theology has done with the nation of Israel (The old testament). The thinking seems to be, that One Nation capitalism or new labour can achieve equal opportunity simply by the instigation of political doctrine. The lower class are bombarded with images
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They tell me that, “Life goes on,” but I believe nothing of that, I have seen the first leaf fall from the last autumn, and I have heard the thunder drums of shining reality.I have watched the last hungry leaves dance to the fury of tomorrow, to a place where no autumn comes.This time it
Its dark tonight rain falling on a negative country streetthe shadow comes first looming from a corner of the roadhe moves aside quickly out of the way, out of sight as a car light moans pasthis broken being. He is not seen.The night is now his profession steering through survivals mud and torment,he moves in
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We’ll meet by the chip shop in Marmaduke Street Story told to me by, Roger Small, great songwriter, now disappeared. Maybe we should all take heed? NEVER PUT OFF TILL TOMORROW WHAT YOU CAN DO TODAY 7pm 9th November 1969: The street was silent that night, the 1960’s bells still ringing in my ears,We knew
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My existence is bequeathed to me by a blood red sunthe gaiety of youth and the Passiontide of friendship ‘s that have never cost me a penny…….. I am sick of Cosmopolitan indulgent choirs ……………Our Brave young in wounded hells listening to stagnate sympathies, living in pain unending. Ugly thoughts where the righteous are forsaken,