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New Year - New Beginnings
FIRST STEP
All we can do makes no difference
All that we see makes it worse
All that we feel is more pain
All that we say is useless
All that we are is dust
All that we want is
Impossible unless
We take the
First step.
INSIDE OUT
I know that I loved you,
And more than a little,
But now you are gone.
I feel...
Too heartless to beat,
Too lonely to need,
Too empty to c...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:32 pm
written in the dirt
this autumn morning
winter’s aperitif
is served on the rocks
shaken and stirring
come downpour now
unleash your jotting scribe and
cast the showery runes of fables untried
forge scripts along our droughty lanes
of songs for all that yet remain
or wash away those pages brown,
whelm witness to our temporal sway
we’ll listen to the eager eart...
Thursday 5th September 2013 9:58 pm
A caterpillar's tale
Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:06 am
STONE
STONE
Cold to the touch and as old as time itself, the eons fall by the wayside as the dawns come and go just like rain falling from the sky.
Just now like before things are changing, constantly, forever more.
Nothing stays the same – even the rocks and stones are worn away,
ground away until only sand remains.
Time defeats everything from the dinosaurs to the ic...
Sunday 5th May 2013 7:20 pm
The Conservative
con·serv·a·tive
[kuhn-sur-vuh-tiv]
adjective
1.
disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditional ones,
and to limit change.
Every morning on the TV – It’s just not like what it used to be
Kids these days they’ve got no clue, they RIOT, they’re not POLITE – they don’t appreciate SHITE!
In MY day - i...
Tuesday 5th February 2013 7:07 pm
A civil war, where the mind is as powerful as the gun
I think we need a civil war,
‘Cos change can never come from petitions,
Whilst politicians don’t even make the decisions.
And it’s not about royalty or roundhead,
It’s more like Malcom X said there’s field slaves,
And those stuck in the house brain dead.
A civil war,
Overthrowing central banks,
Burning Union flags and oil tanks,
Knocking on ...
Saturday 2nd February 2013 11:02 pm
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