It could always be real

Jumping hurdles as if we’re in a steeplechase but this is not a race there are no prizes although there are surprises life really does take the biscuit. My hand’s in the cookie jar not very far if life can get some so can I. hey you have to try or what’s the point?…

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The progress prize

Vibration moving along the outskirts, sensation, something hurts and you don’t know why keep one eye on the ball the other will be blind to the writing on the wall and the prophet tells me that in all probability things will look up. me, an addictive personality will get hooked on it a fait accompli…

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The induction

Make the common ground between you your space, eye to eye let’s face the facts, like attracts. like it? they do I do but that’s nothing new, not the ground nor the space, the facts stare us in the face. The comfort zone is outside of zone six…

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Camel train

What a great start to the day, but then I woke the dreams like the night faded away into one more mind numbing Wednesday and it’s okay ok? it won’t last forever only forever lasts that long. But I really don’t mind it’s only one day a week it’s just the one day that reminds…

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Crosses his heart

“May the Lord grant mercy to the house of Onesiphorus, for he often refreshed me, and was not ashamed of my chain, but when he was in Rome, he sought me diligently, and found me (the Lord grant to him to find the Lord’s mercy on that day); and in how many things he served…

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The egg and spoon race

It wasn’t about the losers it was about those that didn’t win and he gives a wry grin at that not being politically correct. I thought aloud, if everyone’s a winner what is the point to enter? where is the satisfaction to be gained? even heroes want the glory and if no one gets first prize…

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Likely suspects

Those who draw the line where time waits and sheep pass through the valley are not my cup of tea avarice in the eyes of dead men and spies and checkpoint Charlie is the place where lies were put to sleep they built Spandau from Communist blocks and added ballet to the end of it…

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Almost human

I hear the ocean more and more and yet can’t hear what you say, the shingle song carries me on and the tide takes me away. I expect it is age related ebbing as I am or it could be that I’m saturated with the stress of being a man. I see equations in the…

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The second in command

Concentrate on the substrate then expand it with silicate and build your dreams wafer thin. Getting into it now going down through the sub system and into the quantum where different rules apply life resumes in beta or zeta which is Greek to me even as I shrink and my eyes cannot stand it the substrate…

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What’s not to like about Monday?

Can’t find matching socks the clock’s ticking too slow the weekend’s upped and left where did it go? I’d like to know. Let’s give a round of applause for the chore that’s to come quite your bellyaching and put a stop to the whining the Sun’s out and shining what’s not to like about Monday?…

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My very own Vietnam

‘hell no, we won’t go’ that was part of a protest song and stealing the words of it seems so wrong, but fuk it, it reads well…

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Cooking oil

On the road the tarmac bubbles just like a load of baking soda, a little observation made while I sit here and drink a glass of sparkling water, it should be lemonade but I forgot to buy some…

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Letting go

It’s about the eyes the way that they dance and sparkle like sunlight on the sea and they do it for me. Do you know how it feels when you kneel down to pray and the one up above says, Sorry she’s gone away? I do. I can do the fantasy thing better than anyone…

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Stop and search

Do you as I do believe in a global conspiracy?, (they’ve already tried to delete this) Facebook’s probably in on it! the international alliance against anything that does not comply with their vision will ‘off’ us, send in the hit men followed by the clean up crew do you believe in a global conspiracy? the…

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The Lazarus account

If it is true that you can only truly taste life when you’re on the way to the after part of it what is the point of having starters?…

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Well

I tried for a Friday I howled and I cried for a Friday and lo and behold a Friday came just as I got old wait for what you wish for and before you know it you forget what it was that you wished for, what am I waiting for?, Sunrise is still a surprise to…

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Ticking over

No one needs a PhD to write poetry, you just need a pen and sometime you can just use your mind as a notepad. But sometimes when poetry calls and I get in a tizz I just write on the walls, (Banksy you can thank me later)…

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The music of words

Poetry is the pulse by which we measure how alive we really are, the heartbeat of the street the rhythm of the road…

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Around the edges

When I am back on the brink again thinking this time I’ll sink again and someone sends me the link again to find my way back to the brink again it’s time to take stock, time to use the unlock code hit the road seeya later…

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Remembering ‘Soylent…’

Snap and then drool with the vastly improved brand new cyanide capsule available at selected outlets for outcasts ingrates madmen and inmates. you may laugh but it’s coming euthanasia will be phased in and they will put our lights out, in this example ‘our’ refers to all of you called me and most of me…

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