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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Cold sore

Street lamps for old blankets and Santa steps in, two pints of mothers ruin and let Christmas begin but it’s brass monkeys out there and we’re nice and chill with a gallon of mulled wine on the inside window sill, still it could be worse that poser could be writing another shite verse but they…

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Offspring

Kids singing ‘twinkle twinkle’ someone ought to tell them how far away the stars are and for most kids who’ll never reach them we should teach them that it’s not the end. But these are the hand me down songs for the little ones, the ones that give them hope for the future, the songs…

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Thoughts on the engineering

We rupture, breaking hearts and bleeding vessels, but we mend somehow and carry on to break again, bleed again and lead again into another break. There’s lots of reasons why we don’t give up and die and all of them because we’re not just men emotional unstable or dysfunctional, but because we all have hope…

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Learning to crawl

That first step is the hardest, it’s the abstract that counteracts reality, your ideas of real are really not mine, mine are the flip chart the start of the rainbow the unicorn and her dancing show the things we feel what can you disprove? remove me from the equation and what have you got? straight…

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City sights

‘Spare some change, can you spare a copper or two for a tea, can you? the streets are full the beggars with their operas pull the punters in. They’ll wear away the pavements if they stay much longer. these are the new age living monuments to the times in which we live and so we…

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The first day

Tuesday breaks into an empty dawn I wake yawn have a little scratch, roll a cigarette and light a safety match. The day’ll fill for good or ill I make the most of empty moments…

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Fig leafs

Tell me what do you miss? what you missing the most? is it me? is it you? is it the last thing you post? what you missing the most? It’s temporal distortion when time’s out of space or is it a spiritual restoration that shows on your face? We pretend that we don’t know when…

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