Poetry Blogs (old friends)
The friend that was
Ozzie (His favourite saying was 'Money talks, Bullshit walks)
My friend
Trapped twixt two worlds.
Cypriot Village life
East London.
Honest, open direct
Loud, profane.
F and Bs punctuated by
Random spitting of phlegm.
A gentleman
Not confident.
Nor educated
Not intelligent he says.
Speaks three languages
Fluently.
Generous to a fault
What you see is what you get.
Ov...
Sunday 1st December 2013 1:23 pm
My one day friend, Mark
To Liverpool
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
ONCE WE HAD IT ALL
ONCE WE HAD IT ALL
Once we had it all, I had a nice raven-haired girl, took her three kids
on all happy families. Guess I did love you, were we really soulmates?
Yet you were never a goth, never understood that side of me. My England
let me down, our goth bands died and pop took over, Atomic Kitten, no way!
We split, I went Norway, gothic metal heartland, black m...
Sunday 26th February 2012 2:34 pm
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