Saturday matinee

We idolise lionise, then criticise and demonise, build ’em up and knock ’em down, everyone’s a winner then a loser, you couldn’t choose a better life?…

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The frequency of thoughts

There’s enough doom and gloom so this is about finding room for happiness. When I realised my heart was the mansion that my parents had given me to live in, things began to make sense. And when I found Her who would share in this blessing everything fell into place…

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Out of the box

When I fall asleep for eternity I think they might hold a wake for me which seems unfair as I won’t be there, but that’s life or not…

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Swallowed by the hole that opens up

It’s safe to say that we’ve all been there, done that thing or those things that upon looking back makes us cringe, I always look back on my own it saves me more embarrassment…

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Thoughts on a budget

Never believe it is Autumn until you see the leaves falling or in Winter until the snow comes, believe only that Spring grows hope amongst the daffodils and Summer is the kiss that awakens us…

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Medium

They said that second sight negates the need for a referee, I disagree for I have seen and all too soon the afterlife, shook hands and bowed to the rising moon, had double shots with the sprits in my room and been, before I met, the harbinger of doom, or at least I think so,…

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Condensation on the windows

They don’t sell second chances at the last gasp cafe only coffee and stale croissants with sugar in a sachet and you pay, how you pay every day that you go because there is no place that feels quite like home than the last gasp cafe when you’re all on your own And the jukebox…

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On yonder hill

She wasn’t old enough for time to have folded stuff like lines and wrinkles on her face, pain had not marked her brow and heartache seemed somehow far away on that Summers day, and it still is that yesterday where children play and mothers watch like brooding hens somewhere…

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The truth is

You sign up to Linkedin because you like to poke your nose in to other people’s business. I’m in Linkedin, I clocked in got locked in and now I’m thinking of how to get out…

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When you dream of Dickens

They’ll soon move him on, yes dearie. the beggar that bothers you will shortly be gone, and I’m going back beyond the workhouse doors down by the dockside down on the Southside mixing with the whores some are flower girls some are sour girls some are past the eleventh hour girls some give steaming mugs…

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Seeking connections in this

you may kiss the blarney stone if it makes you feel at home or you can kiss your arse goodbye, ha, you laugh, but some try and I have lots of time for those types. Those B52’s are still dropping confusion exploding the conscious exposing corrosion, but no one talks of corruption! I struggle along…

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Mansions

They’ll still be poor on Sunday when the congregation and the Padre drive away in their four by fours, they’ll still be poor. Them and we know them, heartless, pitiless government men would have them disappear hey presto look, no longer here and would we notice would we care? Well put your fuckin’Raybans on and…

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That old chestnut?

when I grow up ( again ) I won’t be such a pain but I shan’t be just a grain of sand, I shall be the shore…

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General imperfection

I got my polling card to vote at a station in a local school and I’m going to run or rather stroll in hard and make my mark which just brings it home to me what these political types tend to be make my mark? like I’m a dullard and can’t write perhaps we should…

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Nineteen ain’t it sad

You have to sometimes close your eyes and internalise, keep everything tucked in and out of sight, but you know they’ll send their spies in to catch a moment when you’re verbalising some extraneous thought…

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One for the stocking

Away in a manger or away with the fairies, ‘he dares say that? Belief is nine-tenths of when you don’t know for sure, but you’re checking the stats every day. All we have to do and we make more to do about what to do and then we don’t do it, anyway away in a…

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Midweek

Philosophically speaking, thinking the bathtub’s leaking is wreaking havoc with my Wednesday. Any other day I’d be thinking those plug hole thoughts like we’re sinking, drinking the ocean dry to keep from drowning down in the deep and that’d be okay with me…

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Internal affairs

every time you acquiesce against your will, they think a little less of you. I write this on their toilet walls, ‘Anon was here’ because Anon can be anyone and everyone who is Anon is someone we know. perhaps that’s by ‘Anon’…

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The club

It’s funny though isn’t it? that in the valley of the shadow the sun doesn’t shine. The mountains we had to climb and all that time now wasted. Paradise must be so nice everyone wants to be there and I’m just following the crowd…

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