#lifethoughts

What shadows then will these men cast when this short Summer’s day has passed? will they live to form again or fall in early Autumn rain? She looks at me quite quizzically, but the Moon and I are old friends…

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When things look real

This is not life and it’s not in the fast lane, this is what’s sucked out through your eyes when your brain’s down the pan. I have a plan not cunning, it’s not Baldrick’s, that prick’s still eating turnips. And while Thomas Aquinas wines us, we whine on dine on what life was, this is…

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Common sense

What’s to understand? we’ve broken down let the engineers sort the problems out, On the one hand I see that as a solution but on the other I think why bother? why not crack on move along broken, ( reminds me of a game ) coming busted or not. You got a choice You can…

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Emotion detector

If I hold my second breath and you raise me ’til I fold and the hand of God reached out to me to paint old into my hair and my eyes were seven diamonds on two hearts then could we share a love that finds a way through the fleeting tremors of our lives? I thought…

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Meaning

Life, Inseminate Incubate Indoctrinate Assassinate why wait? do it now…

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Survivors

Psychotic episodes twice weekly, an omnibus edition weekends adventures in separation discombobulation frustration beyond and anticipation what is to come? a commercial break and real life begins? sell me your produce, introduce me to skeletons to put in my closets…

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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 couch

his life my life is built upon time lapse bordered by chip shops and Kit Kats topped off by the old chaps who meet down the green.   I have seen the cynical join with the maniacal to plot diabolical acts, time lapse.   And the pollsters who all think like gangsters,   Gotti taking…

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Frailties

There is no guide book for life look as hard as you can, a boy grows into a man and a girl matures into a woman,   someone told me that I didn’t read it though it might have assisted me in my own growing maturity to know the odds.   And then we reach…

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Growls

face it life’s shit and we get to clean the pipes.   optimism is five pints of cider to one part of pessimism and the opposite holds true.   not sure about you but I take it in my stride which like the tailor in the nursery rhyme are seven leagues wide.   when the…

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Artificial intelligence

a homage to due diligence, he still stands alone. I reference the fishermen on the shores of impermanence, they look at me in disgust. ashes to that which in turn turns to dust and yet we must carry on…

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Psychologically

  the improbability factor attracts her like a moth to the flame   am I bad? what’s my name?   play the music make the song   the words go solo so long singledom.   I am decaying like Cesium on an atomic table   if you think that wouldn’t send you crazy don’t because…

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The 57th key

   Years ago when death flowed over the window sill, holding my breath to still my heart and under blankets with my eyes shut tight against the darker darkness of eternal night I prayed to who knows who that they would make things right   it happened so that darkness went, it seems that who…

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Outlasting oblivion

    Some of the time the time is the sum of all I have been.   Some of the time it’s so fucking boring it borders on the realms of obscene   Sam Jatt wasn’t good at being anything other than ‘all that’ but he was a pillock and a twat but some of…

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Grabbing gravity

 Not sure what it’s about be we in or off on or out there’s always the switch when we never really know   and the dead drop’s the only spot that gives where residual memory lives on or is it off? out but could be in   trim the fat and what have you got? the…

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Mortality

I sleep it takes the ache away, for who’s to say when this will end?…

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In the distance

I’ve been listening to Joplin and Cohen, sad knowing they’re gone, but if we do live on in the words of the song all is not lost. Everywhere I have ever been everything I’ve ever known, seen or shown is a part of me, lyrically composed? only God knows and he’s keeping quiet tonight…

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Going on until the going’s gone

One day and that could be any day there will be some more of me until there’s no more to see and then that’ll be me done, but it’s okay today I’m on my way and I’ve not yet arrived at the last stop so I’ve still got time for a rhyme or two more…

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