Engravings

Endlessly nowhere, but we’d all like to be back there in the somewhere we all made a difference but the claymore got more than it bargained for when it made the deal with the devil and the deep anytime is a good time to float on the waves of a memory We are Vietnam to a…

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Grenade launcher

Half starved by the cold or is it old age creeping in? is time pulling the pin on me? will the crack shot shoot back or accept his lot? I have still got questions that need answering so time’s not pulling the pin on me yet. This son of a gun has love keeping him…

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Collapsing or capturing

A silhouette at the sunset of my day, far enough away so that my features become blurred, ‘the word’ moving into the memory where my destiny awaits me and set free into the company of those memories before me. I am shadows in the sunlit that flit through curtained windows I am magpie in the…

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The standard reward

It’s not the nights spent in taverns outside of the town or the days spent in wasting my time nor the Vodka and limes I have drunk with those fine friends of mine to tell you the truth I’m not sure if it matters the hours roll on to the days and they’re gone and…

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Ordinance survey

In the valley of the shadow hang the dead and only fools go blindly on, but seeing is believing so I leave the dead behind me going on but no so blindly that I cannot see the trail. I run pale before the ice sheets steeped in mystery, disease free, but it’s only me, so…

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The high lonesome

vapour trails disintegrate I wait and watch them go, why do aeroplanes when overhead appear to go so slow? It’s only life I’m looking at and that don’t bother me, I’m disintegrating slowly like the vapour trails I see. On my fifty things to do list of which I missed so many, I think the…

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In two minds

At your last dying breath the final thing is to think of life and not death, it’s only a shift to another view to another you on some other plane we all have to end to live again, the final thing is to think about life…

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Ripped Van..

To this tiredness add heaviness, a weighting down of me. it’s like i’m carrying a burden but it’s one I cannot see. There are beads of sweat upon my brow and yet somehow I’m cold, life feels like a ton of lead if lead equates to getting old. I can remember when on being young…

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Visions

To make some sense of it before the end of it. Funerals I have been to of friends that I have seen off and yet the journey is a mystery mystical, filled with tragedy and at times comical, to comprehend not the beginning or the end, but the journey that we make…

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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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Penny buns

If my nails had been longer I could have held on a while longer before the reason to fall became stronger and the morning no longer held any fascination for me. why nails? why anything when you have nothing except the light at the end of something you think is the end. it’s got nothing…

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Thoughts from another angle

Life being like a quick flick book I ready my thumb to flick and take a quick look, see how fast time has flown, in a second or two and now fully grown. how many more pages to flick?…

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Emetics

Subscribed to contradiction and torn apart by this condition, there’s a blue light flashing out there and a wailing in the air some circumstance has passed away murdered by the side lines of today. but seeing miles of white stone crosses brings me to a halt in the cemetery of circuses they laugh, no one at…

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Digital deaths

My first instinct was to update Facebook status I want them adverts to track us, to know exactly where we are. A quick post of the coast and I use Instagram because I like that the most, a titter or two on Twitter do you use it ? Soundcloud and Vimeo, Youtube and off we…

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Six packs

They’re dropping like flies undoing the ties and I’m shit at saying goodbyes. If all things must end then send me a memo…

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Walking in the woods

We might as well be shearing sheep instead of sweating over things we want to change, but want to keep it’s in fukin sane and that’s like being in fukin London. the poet a complicated halfwit tails off into a distance that was never there and shares a memory, Paul, an old friend was diagnosed…

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Little big man

Chords plucked from sad strings and each note brings a memory, the one stop on the stoop of the last stop we sit and survey the mystery, moving to ‘the one drop’ taking time to catch our breath, chords plucked from sad strings linger on and the tears, they still sting our eyes, looking at…

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“whynotno?”

One more cycle around the Sun and E=MC squared for some it is over only when it’s done and even then E=MC squared for some. but we did have fun dancing between the times that lined the streets of yesterday, drinking ‘K’ that’s bona fide electric cider or so they say. What beautiful colours that flash…

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Moving parts

Slow down this elevator I’m happy to get here or there a little later. Just to wait a moment longer listen to a song or two do the things I like to do. slow down the elevator make the stairs the only way to go…

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The suffocating of simplicity

An aeroplane vies with a gull to pull a piece from the sky and at six of the clock a crane stands idly by. It irritates me that on the old church the steeple still perches precariously, as if a balance between good and evil. My lips have sinned pressed tight to the picture of…

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