The sun shining in the heat of the day, a lost day now where the climbing moon once breathed evenings bewilderment into our liveGods dream land put a beating heart of that body mind and spirit into a mysterious placeSomehow the cries of lost dreamers shaken from sleep, cry out to God’s eternal tearsThe place […]
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Why am I attracted to this ancient path, that shelters the mind from ugly thoughts?I wish I could feel the cleanness of the soul again, where courage was ours in the day of wild adrenalin.I hear a devil mocking my prayers as I rage with lost innocent tongue.I look hard at this English hand and
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Mother comfort me because I know you always careI just can’t see through this colossal darknessSometimes I believe I hear your footstep on the stairOther times it’s the last rites and absolution for my past debt.We all end up crying ourselves to sleep don’t we?There’s no one there when you need them the mostIt’s no
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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