Last seen heading South

the time that’s gone the clock ticks on the dreams switch off at ten, I was there when and can’t remember how or even why, come to think of it maybe it wasn’t me. that’s a relief, but the clock still ticks and the time’s still gone. I was never mostly almost sometimes, at times…

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38% charging

” the faster time goes, the faster it slows” (from silent gardens) written in haste as most things are which never got me as far as it should have done. it’s the internal clock the shock as time passes. But we are aware, aren’t we? or am I just asking the question of me? Getting…

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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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When the mercury hits 28

    Shake the dragons from my hair and watch them breathe fire, they don’t care, they’re dragons   so I woke up feeling choked up and no, it wasn’t sex games haha.   Thursday once upon a week ago and sometimes I really think that though the clocks all look the same the one…

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Working it out ( draft copy )

    Where do you start to draw the line between the past and the present because it seems to me that they are one and the same, okay, that’s a leap but keep this in mind, the past is what has given us the details to put on the present’s blank page which we…

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Trailers

  The tunnel caved in and the sky began to spin as it spat me out somewhere in East Berlin. Watching as the wall became a second curtain call and the cast became the prisoners of war. Everything in time is time, which is the reason and perhaps the rhythm in the rhyme. all I…

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The sweep hand

Why is it taking so long what has time done and is anything wrong? Relative, they say and time stands still like when I look at you and your eyes, stunned, I am mesmerised. I think that’s the fixed point in space somewhere between now and your face. and no one needs to tell the…

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Going on

Sooner or later, why wait a moment longer? time is short, and yet we’re caught between the sleep and the dream. Tired of trying, but too much life to start dying and so sooner or later…

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January the sixty second

It’s a symphony, the pit a pat that’s raining in on me and the silence is an awful blow when I close the bedroom window. The Winter melody makes the melancholy tuneful and she said, ‘…just a spoonful..’ but the sugar never was as sweet as being out there on the street in the rain…

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Oyster Bay

disappear into her eyes and sink beneath the weight of waves. underneath her satin spells where ‘she sells sea shells’ an angel dwells. Along with this shoreline I am waiting for the tide and time to be in sync, before I take the leap and make the link complete…

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The patch

It’s nonsense to rely upon the time when time has almost gone, but we hunger for one moment more that’s just the way it is. the young man at the coalface with a face just like an angel sees it from a different angle as he climbs up worn down cobblestones on the way home…

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Just jump and see where you land

There’s a minus sign to remind us time is taken away. I have a grandstand view watching you fight against the inevitable, it’s incredible the lengths you will go to to pull through as the second hand tries to pull you through to midnight. And there’s a light in your eyes where everything ties in,…

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Fresh in from the county

This time it took time and some patience, not a seat to be seen but that’s nothing new I’ve been on the underground. It was pleasant though and pleasantly so presently I’ll think on it some more. For now home and showered some chow, but not Chinese relax play some beats think about the lack…

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The time trap

I swim in them so those pictures from a minute ago or a thousand years ago are still stowed in the album…

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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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Laments

Another highball before I fall of this chair one more drink to down do I dare? There is nothing in the stars the cards the tea leaves and who believes all that mumbo jumbo anyway? Cold hard facts stack up like building blocks. Am I there yet? but where is there? one more highball and…

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A splendid project

I am taking some me time which is no time to take time, time takes this seriously. The zenith and nadir are somewhere but not here, near quite possibly, but I cannot see. There is the rise and the fall and some call out beware, some pretend that it doesn’t exist, though the thought persists…

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Second on the left and through the door marked tomorrow

The sands will trickle on until the mountain’s are all but gone and the seas turn their backs on the land Daylight will crash and break and inhaling shards of white glass will take my breath away and it’s here for a day and done no point to linger on the journey we make’s just…

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A little bit of Sunday

Time goes and we know it’s just the alibi it needs as it slowly feeds upon the passing years which allays our fears because we know that eating is quite natural. As my spirits rise when hearing this the spirits in the bottle disappear and yes I’m on the ‘piss’ keeling over going under but…

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Second guessed

A digit on the digital trying to escape the inevitable everything, they say is possible I wait to be convinced. You must think on this: time travel will and happen it did hid from mere mortals by Gods. if it’s going to go it already has. These things are always this way like Thursday always…

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