Modifications

There is something to be said about feeling good and when I feel good I’ll let you know what that may be until then I’ll move along on my sorrowful way and wait mournfully until I have something to say and I’m not on my own I can hear millions groan billions moan If only…

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Base ten

I lingered too long on her lips was I wrong? and why if ‘a kiss is just a kiss’ do I miss so much the kiss she kisses me with? I see eye to eye on the ‘fifty things to do before you die’, but each thing ends with us being more than just friends…

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Unlaced

The times this page soaked up my hurt turning blue with the tear stained ink and you just smiled, but it was never meant to be read as poetry you should have read it as our personal tragedy…

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That question

I thought it was over until you came on over and it started to rain. the pain you inflict on me and still I am stuck on you if love really does run true where does it run to?…

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Tuned in

In every song that I know played on the old radio she tells me that she loves me so. # w i r e l e s s…

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Appearances

It might be seasonal, but he’s a professional comes from the Arsenal and begs from us one and all. I see him daily outside the Old Bailey, asking for nuggets where wisdom is short on supply, the wigs do him justice, but why? In the evenings he’s down at the boozer I wonder should I…

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Absolutes

I construct an abstract argument and for arguments sake let us believe that an abstract is a viable construct. This is an argument where any given abstract is seeded from outside a circumference where the diameter is greater than minus zero and the resultant abstraction gives a positive result. I lose the argument every time…

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More for the masses

Applauding them those men of Laudanum who made the sleeping draft amended in the House Of Lords by sleeping men I am applauding them clap clap…

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It must be Tuesday

You might find me on a ‘Yellow Page’ underneath the midnight stage, the band it seems live out their dreams living in their dreams or so it seems to me, I look at Q-tips think they’re tulips smell the flowers live out my hours just like this and almost sluggishly time moves in and out…

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The P45 is not a gun

Here is a state which is known as divinity somewhere half ways between here and eternity look closely and touch on infinity and that’s where you’ll find me waiting. Bells ring in the chapel of all-saints where Michelangelo sings psalms as he paints practising for the Sistine since he was sixteen turning deaf to the wisdom within…

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Building the Ark mk 2

The light began to dim because the oil was running low and the morning came a creeping up as if I didn’t know, never meant to be the stranger I am Tonto to the Sunshine Ranger. Invincible I am the storm reap me, read me in the early morn. In spite of me I write…

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Incantations

It could be Sunday, the banks are shut but it’s Monday can you spot the difference? it may be diffidence on their part though I doubt it. And as it could be Sunday although it’s not I’ll take pot luck and go out sightseeing to somewhere worth seeing, but she’s cast her spell which makes…

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‘..and he walked a crooked mile..’

This could have been written in Wapping but it wasn’t it was penned in ink by a stranger I met who was cleaning his face with battery fluid, I asked him if doing it that way extended his life, he shrugged and said, what else is there and who cares anyway? I watched his life…

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Jagged sparks

You must thinks it’s a game as I pick up the pieces to start writing, a shame it is not. Serious stuff when your mind’s had enough and the voices won’t stop, I try to pen out the shout try to tell them it’s not always about you, I let the blues in and lose…

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{I have lit beacons for sailors}

I have lit beacons for sailors and drank rum with lost Captains watched albatross wander across lonely dark seas. I have followed the North star, vied with the trade winds been becalmed in still waters and swallowed by storms. Nothing prepared me for the dangers I now see getting old is the pits Davy Jones…

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Writing the picture

I saw myself from a distance drowning in reflections in a playground with my best friends on a see-saw on my own. I waded through the ripples and found a girl I used to know but I don’t think she remembered me just the way that some things go. I could photoshop some memories but…

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The scenery shifters

When things are as they seem to be they seem not to be to me and that’s almost Shakespeare, but he isn’t here and so it’s not. I have a lot of time for dead poets they speak to me in words they have written in books that I borrow, words filled with love, with…

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Franchised

Skin and bone man lone man into and out of the zone man ‘should have been made from stone man’, said, the man who was smoking some weed. She’d throw a blue fit if I even suggested doing it so I don’t and I don’t. Anyway I’m a stay at home man a seen it…

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