Talks to the reflection

What did you want, more? something better than the former? something later than the letter that was never sent did you want heaven sent? I have lost and it cost me I have won and it has done nothing for me so I remain still faithfully yours, strange? life is, thoughts are, but funnily enough…

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Opera house

I had an episode an overload, the golden claw of a yellow sun turned its gun on me, my inclination was to run. it’s a binary digit that scratches my eyes to find an irritating integer. Can you count on a man that preaches from a mountain? are you certain? Collating my thoughts to get…

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Getting off

Incidentally I have not bobbed for apples in a very long time ago when I was much younger, (you know how that feels) right? when the stars of the night held me spellbound and the ground that I walked on was virgin (to me) and the future was, well the future was what it would…

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Shop soiled

I should get on with the busy ness thank my lucky stars and curse a bit less but fuk it I’ll put that thought where it belongs which is in the box marked, can’t tell right from wrongs. Some go a mile a minute join everything and think they’re in it I think they’re on…

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Before the dream began

Do you hear me? can you see me? and if you do would you listen like you used to do? are you there with those painted hands that run through your long and silky hair? can you hear me now? It’s like the echo that reverberates the longing for and how it aches how long…

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Unfinishing a song

I never thought the stories true I could only read what was in you and you wrote life so slow and so very easy,……

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Painting Paris

In and out with the ebb and flow not knowing where or to what we know not, but we move irrespective of destinations which wait to unfold, we go and get old until we get older and some smart alec up there says, I could have toldya, it’s all in the stars But I think…

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The missing fourth

If you could read my mind I think that you’d find it’s in a foreign language. You’d read it anyway…

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Imprints

Just call me speedy and when you need me I will be there as quick as a flash or in no time at all which I’m sure is slightly faster than a flash. In my mind’s eye I try to assemble my life and put events in the right context, just one of the contests…

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Day

This could be it all or absolutely nothing at all…

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Dragons

They took China out from every equation, but the Orient wasn’t the major problem. they that never look at the shadows cast yet stand before the mast as Captains of the ships should come to grips with what is wrong or it’s going to be a seeya later, sayonara and tomorrow It’s Sunday, done the…

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Heath Robinson vol #1

The record needs a needle, a pick-up to pick up the sound. and then I reach the plateau only to find that’s it’s one more step down, feeling low? well I had better days, I’ve seen canapes served up in teacups and there’s not many who can say they’ve seen that. Now it’s over the…

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Sometimes Sunday

She stepped out from the pages of a fashion magazine and looked as if she’d never seen the image of a beauty queen, but the light of day betrayed her as the moguls that had made her walked away. The snow, cold, fell heavy and only an old coat to warm and keep me dry…

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The run up

The chief elf’s on the bucks fizz thinking Christmas is a big swiz and it’s Silent Night, lights out at nine. I wake up to the magic and I do I do I do believe, can’t wait to go to sleep on Christmas Eve Of course, it’s a crime to fill kiddies heads with thoughts…

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The odd thought

Innocence unlike common sense is what we’re born with, I’d give a lot to get that back to undo the knowing and go back to growing up…

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Castro wore crepe soles

Feeling good in Cuba and he down with it haha I’ll get sued now. The mind takes a vacation an elevator to some far off station but is still at home in this boneyard body, there is no way out of it and at times no way to get into it is that the paradox?…

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Oyster Bay

disappear into her eyes and sink beneath the weight of waves. underneath her satin spells where ‘she sells sea shells’ an angel dwells. Along with this shoreline I am waiting for the tide and time to be in sync, before I take the leap and make the link complete…

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Off Stratford Broadway

What’s the betting that we’ll be getting the runaround. we’re bound to be. the universal credit rap and aren’t you sick to death of all that crap? we may as well turn up our toes, god knows who’ll pay for the funerals (maybe the Co-op). Short of winning the lottery, financially I will always be…

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Alpha waves

I haven’t yet come to the best bit but I’ll write it one day. Monday coming in quick. Sunday was done for what for? I never got to know it another best bit waiting on the wing…

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