Nibbles at biscuits

Frustration is no pretense when the words that you form barely form into a sentence, but writing is a life sentence, isn’t it? I need to get away, take a holiday, somewhere far away from the paper and pen, but what would I do then? When I am smudged against the sky and all things…

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Snakes and adders

What defines us is the minus and we’re on a sliding scale, some will rise above it all (Kilroy on the garden wall) some will sink into oblivion which leaves the rest to carry on. Mindlessly we sit and stare bearing in mind we may not be there, but someone is. This is like a…

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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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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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Magic lantern Mk 2

Outside the doors of eternity where time laughs at itself upon seeing the absurdity of man making plans for the future. I hear sounds from the cloakroom which I hoped not to imagine but the picture lingers long in my mind. There’s a saving grace if you can face it, if you’ve never lived life…

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Ticking over

No one needs a PhD to write poetry, you just need a pen and sometime you can just use your mind as a notepad. But sometimes when poetry calls and I get in a tizz I just write on the walls, (Banksy you can thank me later)…

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The music of words

Poetry is the pulse by which we measure how alive we really are, the heartbeat of the street the rhythm of the road…

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Rag and bone man

There is an ocean in this scrapyard that is laughingly called me and I’m wading through this fractured hulk somewhere all at sea, but even junkyards have their uses though they’re difficult to find, I have lots of time to waste and really, no really I don’t mind. A souvenir shop by a cafe who would place…

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After Omega

What if it’s a closed fairground when we get there? what if a good God didn’t care enough to put out candy floss? but what if it’s a citadel? I don’t know not that I ever did I think about it though. There’s still time and still time and I am quiet most of the…

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The gambling parlour

This day will go down in history as one of upheaval and misery why don’t they just fukin shoot me and while they’re about it why not shoot you as well. They say that this is for the best I think they should wind their necks in and give it a rest we are the…

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Off Central

It was always the journey where we made the discovery. If you keep your eyes shut you’ll see nothing but your imagination. Hard work and self examination count for little when you’re drowning in the sea off the coast of desperation. I have threaded my life through the aperture when any point is the point…

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Group hugs

One gets fixated on until the next thing comes along and then one gets fixated on something again. I suppose some sort of balance comes when one can balance up the sums of one’s existence. The existential being is one that I’m not seeing although there’s something of the spiritual residual. If in the letting…

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The factory whistle

More than fears grow. In the labyrinth where years are measured in moss on the wall and where the mighty call ‘yield’ the shield of truth is no protection. falsehoods twist through the corridors and swirl in the mist Kingdoms for an honest answer are not easy to come by, the knight at the helm…

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‘Stargate real estate

I thought I’ll not go on after sixty one, but now I’m here and the fear is I will, yes age is the bitter pill we swallow when life has left us lined and feeling hollow, used up like a matchstick that’s been burnt. Sixty two will have to do or maybe three, I’ll wait and see…

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Adrift

Where am I if you are just an echo? I let go and fell, but we won’t dwell on misery. There is something in the chemistry an element, heaven sent? and sometimes the sound rebounding deafens me…

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Unsound signs

Strange things are going on and I don’t know what they are but by and far they are the weirdest things that I have ever seen and I’ve seen what I thought was the weirdest in many a dream I had was I am I going mad? It’s still a picture show that’s showing so…

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The noise

they did last week and the week before, damn them creaky floorboards and damn my hide if my bones inside aren’t creaking too. something to do with age they tell me, but I never heard the pyramids creak did you? It’s Saturday and early, where will we go later on? to the Lyons corner house…

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Comic books

Too many night times too many dawns too many roses to bed my crown of thorns, too much to remember and more to forget too many lovers and who would place a bet on me? My head is full of lead shot it weighs my shoulders down thinking there aren’t any heroes in this old…

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The buffalo hunter

Remember that look? the one that said ‘up yours’ and ‘fuck you’ I do. I carry that look in a Filofax in case of panic attacks, in a mirror at home I look again at the look and remember what it took to give it. Nothing is thrown out or given away especially that look,…

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