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First performed Manchester Green Room
Co - Hosted THE BIG BANG at The Ducie Bridge
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....still write ..still paint......Drink a little
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Where Do We Go From Here?
Where do we go from here?
Not an uncommon question
I hear you say
Gone tomorrow
Here today
Where to go
When to stay
Here one minute
Gone the next
For one who has got there
The question 'Why' is the catalyst?
Was he pushed?
Was he pissed?
Or for that matter
Nothing's offered on a platter
So who gives a monkey's uncle?
The question nonetheless remains
Where do we go from here?
Dear
Even, as it invariably is, singular
Where do I go from here?
Having got here
From there
With little or no time to spare
Is neither here
Or there
A mere bagatelle
Can't you tell
And I for one
Don't care
I don't care
A flippity gibbet
A fuckity Duck
Still
Where do we go from here?
Despite all the fuss
Time and tide waits for no man
Ebbing and flowing
At our comings and going
Next thing you know
You will have missed your go
No second chance
No backward glance
The bus of life will pass you by
All because you stopped to stare
Three will come along
At the same time
And guess
Who won't be able to afford the fare
Fair?
I don’t think so
Do you?
So where do we go from here?
A glass of crack and a smile of beer
Well once again
We stand alone
Seen it
Done it
Worn the vest
Tread the well worn path
My friend
Lay back and think of England
Mendacity at its best
Drown your sorrows
In whiskey
Drown you sorrows
in beer
Where do we go?
I really don't know
Where do we go from here?
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Posted on Tuesday 30th December 2008 6:51 pm
When the sea
Silver
Shining
Gently kissed the long shore
Running quickly back
Shy from straying
Too long
And
Scattering
Warm breezes
That tousled my hair
I thought of you
Crooked driftwood
Covered in seaweed
Scribed out your name
In the shell bound sand
It brought you closer
Until
All too fleeting
The sea
I call your name
Over
Tide changed wind
Your voice
Soft and light
Locked
In a tiny silver shell
The beach
Lonely
And
Growing cold
Salt lashed
My eyes
Smart and sting
As
I watch
And
Listen
Starlight comes dancing
Flash dancing
In blue liquid music
I can taste
The sea
On my tongue
Ancient as time
I stoop to pick up three small stones.
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Chris Dawson
Mon 5th Jan 2009 11:17
Love the killer heels by the way. How do you walk in them? - I can't .... I always look as if I've lost my horse.
Cx