What time is it?

How are things grabbing you now that the shit’s hit the fan? ..and it came to pass. The wolves of society were not drugs or the homeless, not cigarettes nor lack of sobriety they were in fact viruses which attacked the roots. Call out to your Mama, don’t let me fall. And now we’re isolated…

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Motif

He wonders if it’s a lockdown or a shakedown, either way, he has to stay put. Some say it’s the fault of 5G gee, that’s a bit of a stretch. Some say it’s divine retribution and some would love it to be. Some are in solitary mostly involuntary we’re all writing a soliloquy and wanting…

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Heaven is busy, please call again later

What if I don’t make it what if the virus takes me out? aha it’s that what if again and what is it but that, what if pain. Still, what if I do go? well, I’ll be thankful that I knew you and my life wasn’t totally wasted. but this is a bit morbid even…

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Measures

They’re stepping things up by closing things down and keeping us safe in old London town. An old man told me that the country is going to the dogs, I said, not Walthamstow that closed years ago. Pastimes are taken away every day, a little bit here and dab on some fear then they’ll take…

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Not quite the series finale

I was waiting for part two because this can’t be all. life is ping-pong a song and a dance in the distance a touch of romance, a curl up in bed when she’s in your head and a good book to read because we all need a distraction. Maybe part two is in the production…

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Two degrees

Someone and it might be God took a shot at me, never won the lottery coffee’s cold I’m almost old and there are no extra lives to be won, in this life, I’ve found that there is only one. She says, behave, be brave, I’ll save you and I believe her…

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Short stop

It’s only ten miles to the outpost and at most, it will take me a day or I can sit here and weather the outburst although another storm’s coming my way. Serenity is two stops from heaven the forty-nine bus goes past there, I would catch it if I could be bothered but something tells…

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in loco parentis

My attention span is barely long enough to bridge the gap between two firing neurons, (John’s on one) but long enough to traverse the universe, I build atoms, sink fathoms and lay cables on the seafloor, jump canyons with abandon to make atoms on which to build on, Sometimes like usually most times and at…

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Night train

The parallel lines converge at the place where I close my eyes, sleep denies me a look at infinity and changes it into a dream. I am looking beyond where beyond has a border going further than how far to go, I don’t know just how far that may be maybe as far as infinity…

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Yardsticks

I’ve gone the whole nine with friends and acquaintances of mine but they’re now past the point of no return, I settle my differences these days with long walks across the bridges I have built. Things get old as I too have gotten older and my eyes strain to hold onto the things I have…

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Hiking and stuff

The track runs off into a distance that my eyes cannot see, I walk a measured pace, stunted by the shadow that the sun casts, but at last, I reach that distance only to find it was no distance at all, the track runs on. Under the shade of an oak, elm or yew tree…

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Outside, the wind rages, but to be honest if I was outside I’d be angry too. When you’re not in the know you don’t know that their disinterest is the killer, you think it’s something that you said or B;O or your face doesn’t fit, they said my face didn’t fit, but it fit me…

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Does the baby cry because it knows?

It becomes difficult and sometimes seemingly impossible to reach an end, a conclusion, but there are two ends? or maybe they’re the beginnings of the same ends. I become bogged down by uncertainty which like a snake, coils around inside of me and ties me up in knots, not to be outdone my mind becomes…

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Andes

Who out there would climb a mountain to drink in life? who signs his name upon the line establishing his dominance? I have buried more in these lands held hands with death and smiled, have walked a lonely pilgrimage, to what ends, I ask of myself. But if climbing, falling or dying is our calling…

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The circle

Sometimes I wonder why we are put here in this place only to face the inevitable and sometimes I don’t…

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Thinking on

I am quite well off, better off than some, those for whom the sun doesn’t often shine and the old adage, what’s mine is mine does not apply, if we can’t give back some of our happiness to the less fortunate among us then we become ‘them’ ‘greedy men’ and that’s a trap set for…

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Writings on the wrappages of Christmas

The sum of my experience added to the number of times I tried and then divided by those that I knew who died comes under the name of theoretical maths. If only we could add up the sad and the lonely then subtract them from the equation…

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Perspective

You may think you’re just a ripple in the ocean, but to the phytoplankton you are a tidal wave…

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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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