Does madness heal the incurable when all else is made of quick sand?who made this saint hood of the stupid?a race is taking place with only one runner,the runner is called absurdity,what creature, what laugh among the dying invented this?I search for meaning among the hurtling hope for atomorrow ………………..
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High winds, you on your bicycle looking at moody Suffolk skies, years ahead of you in the wandering youth tea cup leaves of fortune. Your Songs and poems like leaves dancing to mystical tunes, life’s tragedies hidden in the wild hopefulness of our yellow barn masquerade, so much ecstasy before us, cloud riding, sunset lovers,
The lights of Old Compton Street dazzle the girl as she window dances. spellbound men pop-eyed ogle!Jessica the relief dancer has got stuck at the Spar supermarket check-out,Alison just has to keep dancing until she is relieved by Jessica, she is bored out of her mindand stressed, she needs to get back to the kids
I wake up every morning, I am human and I am alive and I thank God that I was able to retire in 2008. Forty years of work place misery is surely time enough to, “Know my song before I start singing” * Thoughts inspired by Bob Dylan As I look back at the hostile
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You came from that Nether-world of amber light that place where clowns and cuckoo’s rest half asleep waiting for the lovers that only you could carry. You were ‘Country Rose’ full of slum street blossom and Sun Street enigmas That wasted road that seemed to have no end, the summer heat of India rubber smells.
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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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In the dead of the night when you take your sweet sleep Through the dark dismal street’s to my labours I creep To the din of the loom till my poor brain seems wild I return an unfortunate factory child The bright bloom of health as forsaken my cheek My spirits are gone and my
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Dressed for a funeral, the blackbird glides its way in the freedom of the skyway to where no danger only clouds, hide their glory. A kingdom of escape, a fathered sky, where no car engine frightens God’s décor. Feeding against the wind is hard, and so the blackbird comes to the roadway for breadcrumbs and
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In a vast Kaleidoscope of visions, the lone walker wanders the deserted streets, inspired by the ghosts of a London long gone. He was the last, “Groovy Cat” to leave through that autumn gateway of psychedelic tapestry. Dave, “The Wizard Harp player” betrayed by whatever became, “The Scene” His now pointless and purposeless existence, dancing
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A song from Noël Coward to cheer us up…. Hurray, hurray, hurray! Trouble is on the way. There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky And it’s no use whining About a silver lining For we know from experience that they won’t roll by, With a scowl
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