The sun shone through my curtains this morning and the dust on my wardrobe was seen, undeniable, uninhibited true! I foolishly believed that I had done all my dusting and the house was clean? But layers of dust were hid from my eyesight and would have remained unknown to me, were it not for that […]
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Human hearts broken, in broken bodies, breathing on mental health lock up wards. Is breathing living? The pleasure seeking outside society, uncaring and, in many cases excused the priority to care. The commuter drags his way home to a cold house. Inside his head he asks, ‘is all this I do; these stifling routines, only
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They told us in school to study and ‘be someone’ in this great free and fair society. After playing illiteracy’s game for ten years, I ended up on the road starving with my friend Nigel. We stole food to stay alive, and worked the rich farmers fields for cash in hand dirt wages. We broke
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(Guest Poem from Dawn Bland) Night time can be the worst, Your mind’s on overdrive, It’s almost going to burst. Everyone you know, Is doing exactly what you can’t, Sleeping soundly. No one’s around to listen to you rant, About all the mistakes of today. And all the worries, Some times about yesterday, When mostly
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Meditating deep, mumbling to the wind, one day I found myself passing your old stone cottage. That was when springtime still welcomed our memories and the rosary’s of the past shock in our hands. But now lonesome dark comes to harmonise with despair, and dreadful hands lift up to praise the fear in visions face.
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From the vast skyline of this world out to the universes of the far distant unknown, I was born and came into being. I lived through the raging heart of childhood and the torn fields of youth. I saw the absurdity of this life, where mothers are so proud of dead soldiers, and aging children
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Jobs for the boys, the celebrity toys and the inner sanctuary homes of media mansions. ‘I saw the news tonight oh boy,’ how can we wade through the sludge of this time of Celebrity journalists, and salaried sympathizers? Canned laughter energizes the robot audience. The celebrity media androids program each other, and the make up
As I move into my twilight years, I think of all the young who are going to be betrayed. The hurricane whirlwind of having to, ‘Be Someone’ will destroy all but the career psychopath; you cannot educate or reason with pork! Smug faced crowds with lustful eyes and the bite of the serpent are on
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The Paths of Yesterday, just wont go away, like a scarf caught in the millwheel, I must feel, that strange pull, of life so full, with smiling faces, fenland traces, to magic wood, where all is understood. This cursed decaying, stinging ageing, no more to playing, think twice before saying, what is obvious, dressed to
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Rescuing things is a virtue that people are losing the will to do these days. I hear a voice hushing my thoughts from a summer of English madness, where we loved under parasol’s set out on a vicarage lawn. Garden fetes with fat ladies and the mother’s union on a 1950’s BBC TV screen. The
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