The road from Botherington is easy The wind is at your back, Can’t be bothered to get involved, Might get a heart attack! I think I might keep walking Away from that dark place, You see I just can’t stand to see the pain on a human face. Botherington stinks of neglect and shame, And […]
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Who would Jesus vote for? Personally I think He’d vote for The Intergalactic Fish Club. Yes I honestly do! Peace Chris
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The politician’s mouth opens to wondrous swelling words that paint a picture of utopian blessings just around the corner. The words colour the picture like the hand of a great master painter. Hearts beat faster as the promise of a better tomorrow is tantalizingly placed on the TV screen. All the misery of today is
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Are you being Served, Saved, Starved, Abused or used? As I reach the time of my life where, ‘That land of lost content’ looms ever closer, and I imagine a large billboard sign that warns; ‘It is now necessary to exchange your brain for a corn flake, all ye that wish to partake in our
Are footprints sacred? I say yes, especially, if there is a God. Illusion? There is an illusion that claims the human condition is better now, that illusion of progress has invaded its way into the corporate consciousness of the present day, and, it has been normalized. Solidarity If there is an argument that claims that
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We have just witnessed a general election where people believe they have partaken in the ‘democratic process’. We have witnessed newspapers indulging themselves in virtual blood sports. What if anything will change for the helpless in our present society? It is the purpose of this blog to point out that despite the ‘democratic process’ two
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From a train window i watched as the darkening sky froze gloom on the terrace houses, a malaise of the english classes. Semi detached, lone mansions all with their locked doors. The door, the space between ‘you’ and ‘me’ and maybe a murderer or two. Ends justify means, we human kind fear each other, if
Bertie walks on the night road away from the shadows in his mind, they have been there ever since he came home in 1943 and found his family blown away by a Nazi bomb. The sounds in his mind rise up to the hymn of the road, they were playing Al Bowlly that night singing,
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For a moment we had a touch of Eden. The mystery skies brought a rainbow to a dark place. And it was there in nature’s harvest, in full moon days of glory, that the rainbow maker and his friend took us to an English heaven. Cruel tyrant time can’t take away the Memory Mountains that
The sick lie dying in temples of pretence, We worship illusions in the film show of life. Being old is an inconvenience. The conveyor-belt of care trudges on, driven by a capitalist machine. All goes to nothing. Rich men pray in the house of God, but God is not there. Robots wink at
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