Are we ( even near ) there yet?

Feasible reasonable but is it possible? They talk in riddles and keep you guessing but the fix is in and we know they’re messing with our minds. I have a positive outlook and if I test positive will two positives make a negative? on the plus side of the adjustment to the lockdown in my…

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This amazing life

If you look you will find me looking behind me, but moving on forward to open the trail, and the ones who would follow far beyond their own torment could wash out their sorrows in the tears, I have spilled. there’s the future and we have it we only have to grab it and hold…

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That place

If you let it the dullness will pull you in and before you know it everything becomes drab, so grab your happy shoes and use the magic of a smile dance for a while walk for a mile, paint rainbows with your eyes and turn the dull spots into sunspots, freckles tickle everyone…

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That moment

Pupils fixed and dilated, somewhere between pinpoint and eternity she waits for me dressed in white lace, if I focus I can see her face light up like an angel…

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In the pixie chair

There is at times a great sadness which falls upon me and though falling it seems to rise from below me to slow me which blows me away and that is the way I cope with it. The origins must be from the past and they are as far as I know, which is about…

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Lesson #311, from the sermon on account.

If you’re drinking, thinking your cup of sorrow’s bottomless, it isn’t, tomorrow’s always another day and who’s to say it won’t be better than today. some say, ‘get with the programme’ stop with the flim-flam, pull yourself together! whether that helps or not you must remember you’ve always got hope…

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Inks on papers

We think we’ll never cope again too much sorrow too much pain, darkness through every doorway we go and we think that, but how do we know? time has an offset to get back on track and life has a habit of changing its tack and suddenly when the sunrise blinds you it is then…

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The possible optimist

    When they say, ‘in the not too distant’ I wonder, how far does the future extend? and if it’s more than a days walk I don’t think I’ll bother at least ’til next Summer when the weather is warmer…

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The deluge

    Let’s start with the forty days, forty days to drown in your sorrows and forty nights to think all those tomorrow’s were never to be,   hey drown anyway.   Some days like some today’s should be, but are not necessarily all that they’re cracked up to be or is that just me…

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Inconclusive

    I was in Bethlem though it should have been Jerusalem and perhaps it was.   One should never tell too much because they’ll think you’ve been touched by the magic brush even if you haven’t.   who’s normal anyway? normal’s so passe, weird is here and here it’ll stay until they put me…

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Night fall

The road to Wigan pier, still here? I guess so. but moving on as we all must do even if it’s just to muddle through. The rich and the famous the notorious and the nameless have it made, it’s all laid out for them and so can we if we’re allowed to be free. Be…

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Burial at Pompeii

When they kill you for a ten dollar bill will you ask for a receipt? Along parquet floors in stilettos through doors into rooms like the last room before. What changes a day makes to the dark left behind us when the night cannot find us. But they’re all ghosts in grey all passing one…

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Round four

For what little good life does for me I may as well be plugged into the electricity switching the wires and getting it free, don’t tell the L.E.B. Feels like I’m boxing with shadows with rocks in my head, feet formed from clay and somewhere it’s Saturday the knock out drop. it will stop it…

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Frightened of the dark

I’m getting a lottery ticket picking six numbers I believe that I’ll win it. Dream on John, but he woke and the world carried on. Friday, a one eyed, hog tied couldn’t make it, but I tried day and we all know what that feels like…

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Growing into drowning

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

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What it could be when it’s Wednesday

Then I have drank gallons from the well where hope springs eternal, watched as walls crumbled, saw the old ideas sink as the new came in I have been and am what I have seen and then became more. what does the blender know of a chefs passion? it just does what it’s made for…

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The pixel collators

They’ll try to overwrite me with what they say’ll delight me, not bleedin’ likely says I. There’ll be no final curtains for these internal workings no not bleedin’ likely says I. That movement afoot is ready to kick me from pillar to post and the most I could hope for has already left by the…

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The saving grace

She had a look on her face that invited you to look at her face she was the priestess that men would confess to, a saint for the travails we’d been through. The steelyards had peeled yards from men’s backs and the pits had killed more, The mill towns were pulled down and turned into…

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Fighting inertia

perhaps the universe turns and it’s we who expand. sand and crabs and slabs of Kendal Mint Cake I ache for simpler times but who can say their yesterday was better than tomorrow is? perhaps when time contracts to bring us back and take us further away from the onslaught of today we can relax…

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