Ghosts rise from the cracks of the grey stone pavements, walk this town in top hats with feathers fitted in, and wear candy stripped blazers.

A mind so full its overspill is packed in plastic bags and portable suitcases, people colour minds, brighten days as they move to different places.

Passing strangers fade  but thoughts and voices like stale smoke linger, until their negativity rises to...

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I  heard somewhere that getting away from it all was good for your mental health, green spaces, less faces, gives a real feeling of genuine wealth. 

So, I contemplated my predicament skipped probation and decided to head for Clachan bridge the bridge that connects both ends of the Atlantic.

From the city places to pastures new, passing scenic shades of pastoral green,  purple heathers, reds,...

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Rhythm of the day

Great oniums thunder clouds of midnight rumble, rolling like a baseline of rhythm through the dark, deep night.

Dispensing with the first glint of the morning's colour, and the shrilled chorus of the soon-to-be sunrise of violin light.

My alarm spikes annoyances and inconvenience, interrupting the silence of some momentary and unbroken sleep.

While the remains of drea...

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Blah blah,blah, blah, blah,blah,blah.

Celebrity contestants, consumerism at its best, Puppets of light entertainment, dance and sing like marionettes.

Money, fame and fortune, follow me on Instagram, market me as influencer, I wanna be as famous as I can. 

Kings and queens of countries, represent the commonwealth, there’s nothing common about you, you feed off stolen wealth.

Bang the d...

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If I thought a smile could make you happy, I would be smiling every day, and if my words helped calm your mind,  there wouldn't be enough words to say.

This anxiety which you're masking, well you get that all from me, its heredity like my loves infectious,  when your self esteem is low draw strength from me.

Here I am, a battling mind, every decision, movement and thought, no one told me abo...

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The epoch of this age is awaiting, generations are awash with lies, there’s a sense of something happening, as two sides of our world collide.

There's the gnarled screaming war cry, sharpened by a dumb ill truth, honesty is becoming twisted, pulled screaming from its peaceful roots.

The con artists thrive in elitist power, beaming smiles, imagine life, when people are being used as bargainin...

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Born naked, die clothed                                        the un-blossoming of a rose                                  a small miracle, yet untold                          schooled nurtured, rise, rose.

You're existing in this space                                    between being born and self-demise                    you're not here to fund their lifestyle                      through t...

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There is a lion by the water, the green monkey eyes its prize, communicating fear and mis information, it's the origin of lies.

It's the face of imitation, the mimicking of a warning cry, the art of the done deal by deception, without the answer to the question why. 

It's the Code of Hammurabi which I see in play today, the one rule for the law makers, while the others stand in line, obey.

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