One and a half to go

Trying to launch an appeal for the year that is dying, nobody cares and nobody wears #black anymore. first footing at the door? you won’t see that anymore, security you see is the new twenty first century I see it in style pork pie and a smile the smell of twenty seventeen still keen in…

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Love is always..

So many good things and to start, I have lost my heart to her, is that a loss? thinking it’s my gain I tell her I love her, she knows and I know too that she loves, when she says, I love you too. so twenty past seventeen and the new year starts to gleam…

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Out of the bathysphere

I need a coordinate so I will know what path to take but the lights have been dimmed. Skimmed like a stone I always find my way home there is no lake big enough to ‘fake me out’ She waits for me that much I do see when it becomes midnight she’ll put on the…

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I see sunlight

  Positivity is leaking out from me it’s probably the battery. It can’t be terminal that’s not possible it’s just a loose connection. What use be lemon juice to the sweetness of her kiss? (slightly Shakespeare at the end of the year) Tomorrow I will sit to think and watch the old year sink into…

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There is this.

  While you were dreaming all peaches and cream I was in the trenches fighting the war. Envious? are you serious? of course I am. Only the broken can become words spoken in that fragility I write them always fearful of another battle…

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Frankincense and myrrh

  Out of touch but not so much that I don’t know what’s going on. and I’m being tracked pony expressed Apache trailed ( he trails off and remembers) Embers in a dying fire sinking as the flames rise higher Yes difficult to understand but that’s the hand that I’ve been dealt. Undeniable but unrecognisably…

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Merry Christmas darling

  Did you guess what he was bringing you were you good the whole year through? Hoofs that trampled softly on the snow that lay heavy on the roofs of years ago I remember too. We rolled time up and put it in a snowman’s hands and watched for dad to climb the hill when…

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Self inflicted

while there is still time to rattle off a rhyme I think that’s what I’ll do are you still in bed? don’t get out until you have read this got any mistletoe so I can steal a kiss? (sometimes kisses are in short supply so the ones that I steal are put by for a…

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White Christmas

Where’s the snow where did it go? When I was a boy before you were born or maybe not we got a lot of snow and you know it didn’t feel so cold back then when I was a boy before the internet and before I forget which I do can you remember the snow…

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The six sided triangle

I will wish upon that star when that star tells me how far away it is from she and yesterday. We could love as if love was to last as water passed under each bridge we crossed, lost and found out how it is to lose and now searching for the flaws in me wishing…

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X is just graffiti

The mirror only looks at the things that I have been, the mirror is mean, restless feeling helpless, in a mess and is it hopeless to expect? useless. I keep my eyes on him behind me watching me as I see more and the mirror sees it all, exactly as it should be. At a push…

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The flattened circle

The shortest day that led me away into the longest of the longest nights, the sound that bites as my thoughts invite me to take a promenade down memory lane, but I’m back again and presently correct. It didn’t start out this way and to be honest this didn’t feel like the shortest day however…

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The withdrawing room

21 December 2015 at 04:42 · London · They say that the twenty first day is the worst, I thought the first was and the second and third, word on the street is ‘ no one can beat this ‘ I never believed them boyz in the ‘hood, always up to no good , never…

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Forever fighting

Suffocated to be resuscitated and then suffocated once again. There’s a war going on John a war, I shouldn’t be here because I’m not in the corps and I’m not even sure what the fighting is for but there’s a war going on John a war. And it’s a tenuous link between two trains of…

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The atomic make up

Ever felt like what snowflakes feel when snowflakes melt or did you never look at it that way? Even on the surface there are surfaces, nothing’s as complicated as simplicity. Easy? you can’t buy easy but if you try it becomes easier. Listen ,poker face it’s two twenty five back at my place the Sun…

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Wham without the music

How could you know when it begins and where would it go if you’re not there for the show? we’re being gripped by the fever of Facebook and levered by twitter, lathered into a sweat and what do we get? Likes. thumbs up and memes, it all seems somewhat what we’ve already got in real…

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Reversing forward

Youthfulness hides in the folds of my skin knock, knock, knocking but it can’t get in and somewhere in there there’s a shout it’s the youth locked inside and it cannot get out. Dilemma’s like comma’s arrive in wrong places, wrong times and my spine’s getting shorter I’m caught in the trap being kept in…

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At that spot in your eyes

What does it matter what it means? when dreams are the portals to magical places she faces me and we do the ritual like my dreams it’s habitual. but it doesn’t matter, mind over matter divided by two equals what? Every time that I wake I take a little bit more from the dream that I…

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Pot luck Lancaster

Facebook tells me this is from a year ago, funny it feels like five minutes ago to me. Religions fooled us, we used to go to the Sunday school shoeless clueless about Jesus I thought miracles were what mam made We sang for our supper at granny’s, got a cup of cold gravy, the old…

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