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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