Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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Butterflys

Papillon Papillon why do you carry on? your wings have been clipped and they’re shipping you off to the Amazon Papillon…

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Indigo Joe

Why anything? trying to find a reason to bring a song to my lips. Why anything when everything slips away and we’re framed in the doorway of tomorrow where yesterday is only a memory we think we had. Why anything if everywhere is the nowhere of no-mans land and the fatigue’ is the remnant of…

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The family tree

Angels painting crosses on black doorways in the sky kisses for the homecoming? I wonder when and why if the sunlight hides in shadows and the night’s in open view who is it we wait for? are the angels here for you?…

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The bomb

They can’t see you cry when you’re drowning they can’t hear you weep while they sleep they can be quite obtuse and they’re not much flaming use they can’t see you cry when you’re drowning…

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He said..

..that when we’ve died we’re whisked away to an interstellar courtroom where we are tried for crimes against immortality! sound a bit fishy to me but he should know, I watched him go and saw him return. A modern day Lazarus cardboard for his bed which is more than for the rest of us. Anyway…

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Sleep

Find me underneath the yew tree resting in the graveyard,…

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Music to die for

What about you? do you think there are easier things to do than this? I want a background track something like, Jimmy Mack or Black Man Ray to play me out. Preparing for a day so close and yet so far away, there are easier things to do…

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Exorcism

Now it gets exciting someone turned out the light and let the night in and it’s backs to the wall as the shadows fall from the rafters. You must be fuckin’ insane if you drop in again out of choice but there’s a voice in my brain saying, what’s wrong with insane because we’re all…

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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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