Schools of life

You went to your universities rehearsing your autobiographies and we are still as different as chalk and cheese and I suppose you’ll know a chemical symbol for those, but I wrote the writing to spend one more night in her arms, she left the light on to write me a love song and you don’t…

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Countdown

We sweat the small stuff which is unrealistic when such fantastic things are happening, these days are most definitely the days of wonder. underneath her starry gaze where worlds expire I find the entrance to a maze that sets my heart on fire. Excitement unspent, a storehouse that’s meant to be opened. Luminaries dim in…

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Lovebites in loughton

Same faces old men briefcases must be working early today. She’s still doing the crossword yesterday’s news feeding her answers reading the clues nothing changes. Baby in a carry cot not a lot of scope to wriggle but giggling anyway. The tube map’s the same I can name every station from Epping to Ealing feeling…

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Shadows in the valley

Isn’t life hard always standing on guard I pay attention occasionally to the things that pass by me and sometimes I see how it is. But mostly I coast. If I win or I lose it’s my choice and you cannot choose the roads that I take. Where the fear of rejection and dissatisfaction outweigh…

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