A motive for murder

I’ve done it, been in a race for my life and I won it, you can win it too but you have to enter I spent a long time which was no time and now I have time to relax. I’ve had the stop button pushed on me a few times in this life but…

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The real truths

I never found a pot of gold I just found myself on getting old. over the rainbow indeed, more like over the hill…

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The evangelicals

We can’t afford him and that’s a sin Jesus used to be free but now he’s on sale, every street corner in Stratford hosts a prophet each with their own visions of heaven and hell to sell, and well, Westfield’s in the hell division branded as a place of gluttony and pride. I’ve tried to…

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Pararde of paupers

When you look down the ranks tell me what do you see? Is it the same as what you see when you look down your noses at people like me? If I have already fallen if I am already there if there is no longer hope to rise what do I care what you see…

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Unmasking tape

The faces come at me from the wall behind the panelling I see them all, the bearded, the weirdo’s, the sinners and saints, faces that ain’t and faces that are, faces by far are the scariest things that I’ve ever seen. I’m channelling my energy wanting some sympathy. needing to find empathy I find instead…

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The Lear

in a roundabout boat on a roundabout sea about to get around to becoming a new me, where the commonplace is rare and the air is so clear I can see almost forever when forever is near, rocking to and fro to the yonder where I go on a roundabout sea roundaboutly slow…

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Looks familiar

The slow burn, the medicine man and the travelling show. We light a taper to escape from the onset of night, but the chills of the night delight me. The doctor turns in to the potion he brews and becomes vapour that escapes earthly prisons, persons of interest they’ll tell you enemies of the people…

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The new Grace

They would have me believe that for what I receive I should be truly thankful, oh yeah! I’ll be thankful when my tanks full so they can kiss my ass…

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Pausing for coffee

Why ask me? I don’t know don’t understand, don’t want to go away from the hand I bite. feed me more and I might. I love it though the ebb and the high, the glow when you catch the sky on fire. Desire, wire me some. Freedom from the mundane is just the same as…

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The resistance factors

Shocks to the nervous when the system’s not impervious to pain. Shouldn’t put your fingers in the sun Mum said, it’ll burn, and if we believed it would it was because we believed our Mum. The faster it expands the longer it becomes, the farther back in time then surely? obviously! I wonder if time…

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11 carat roughcut

I have heard it comes to those that wait, well I’ve waited and seen reinstated and been disappointed. There’s a wind blowing in I would say and it’s already well on the way, that take, take, take, can take that as read. It interests me, the duplicity but not that much because they’re amateurs. I…

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Fifteen percent

The thing is one never knows what’s around the next bend in the road. I kissed a frog once and it turned into a toad, but that’s beside the point. If I had second sight in my third eye I’d at least try to see around each corner before I got to it. I got…

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Limited

The only thing inevitable is the inevitable and we shall meet that one day inevitably. until then live crazy and be the weirdest hippest zaniest person you know, excluding lunatics because they’re already ahead of the game…

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subtitled

As they sow so shall they reap you ought to keep that in mind. empty vessels do make the most sound and that’s why it’s so noisy, too many empty vessels around? I’m talking management skills half of them crazy half taking pills skills? I can do that. So as they sow we will bend and…

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Directing traffic

Sometimes when I’m not sure I either go with the toss of a coin or take another detour, detours are the things the things in which to find the things you seldom see, but never mind. I watch clocks it’s a hobby of mine hands turning slowly across the long face of time. and coins,…

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One Summer day in 1967

It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…

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Monumental change

There must be something in modern art to appease the hunger of this old fart, but I munch on a Munch have lunch with Picasso Modigliani joins me with Manet and Monet and hey isn’t that Michelangelo with a chisel in hand coming to carve into this little band. When sated please dry under that…

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Nitrous peroxide

Madness only ever comes to entertain the sane, poetry’s the same as this, an epoch in the afterlife another world to go around another time. washing’s on the washing line blowing in the breeze and shooting stories shooting stars is there really life on mars.? everything’s adjacent to the vacant flat the look says that but…

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Formation swimming

Pixels mix well with the ink I am using, fusing with pigments to alter those figments of these I imagine. and to alter reflections I cancel out imperfections to find there is more than reality in things that I don’t see. Her lips only bruise me but were designed to confuse me as if I needed confusing with the meds…

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