Two terriers in a wooden box

see nothing until they see the fox...

then jaws that slather, ripping flesh

reward the hounds their bloody mess.

While men watch on for naught but sport,

to blood their cheeks at horns retort...

entrenched in hate they do the same,

to us, "The Fox" in all but name.

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Now there's a City with everything,

diamond dogs and Art...

Basque separatists and Irish pubs,

Flemings, with horses "sans la cart"

chancers looking for a start...

A crossroads where the compass spins

giddy with the roulette chance,

where keys fit cuffs and slaves begin

and lives are stripped

where strippers dance...

Antwerp-Noord, where worlds collid...

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These early in the year days are a waste of time

as dismal as a job centre

opposite a bookies

next door to an amusement arcade

that used to be Woolworths

where we could scoop sweets with little shovels

on the way home from school

When friends planted stink bombs

and scrumped fruit to use as grenades

on streets where drunk men puked their wages

and crow pries...

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When I was young and looked at a map

I viewed the land as the sea,

imagining that...

when I grew older

I saw the good as the bad, the happy as sad,

imagining that...

now I am stooped

the world's turned around, the waves filled with waste

that once was our ground...

all that seemed right has proved to be wrong,

the past out of sight

the horiz...

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All joy and hope

sucked from a womb,

finds three unwise men

in a manger-like tomb.

No room in the inn

just a slather of waste,

no angelic choir

descending in haste.

A score card of wars

ticked off by dull men,

who dine on cheap whores

just to fuck'em again...

while "meek Mary mild"

is swaddled and bound,

bulldozed with her child

into...

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Only the insane write manifestos.

The Precursor of disappointment,

of full metal jackets

and pipe bomb splinters...

scribbled in woodland shacks

or blowy highland Islands,

the cold whisky words

of desolate winters.

Save us from the severed limbs,

and streets of burned-out buses.

Old men crying tearless sobs,

walled yards of baking Sun...

Soak away...

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Surrender the search for words

in the early morning pain of dawn,

let traffic hum and rain-town birds

steal quiet thoughts and see them born...

imagine forests damp with dew

the roar of waves upon a shore,

a loving hand that guided you

in times when you were lost before...

and in that place find peace and calm

in moments free of earthly stress,

to sooth...

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With gratitude to the wonderful Ray Lamontagne

Traffic lights coming up double

rain falling hard

heading for trouble...

Ray Lamontagne singing out "Jolene"

I'm back on a road to where

I've already been...

Loose in a world that cannot hold me

if Jesus still saves, I wish that he'd

told me...

And I still don't know

what love means.

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All natures colours fade and blow away...

though winters womb is safe and warm,

faded tunics on battlefields, pink and grey...

beneath the walls of Hougoumont Farm.

Ploughed are the fields of soil and men...

where earth and blood like Lazarus rise.

that what has passed be born again,

beneath the lie of unchanging skies.  

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There must be war to end a war,

if there's no war

what is end for?

While there's no war there is no end,

if there's no end

no help we'll send.

The end of war is made of rules,

the kind of rules

for blinkered fools.

Made up by those who all agree,

the end of war

can never be.

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Sea Lochs run deep on western shores

where the broken timidly retreat,

where executives turned bar-room bores,

their dullard stories repeatedly repeat.

We've heard it all before

their lives like boomerangs,

that'll knock them to the floor

awakening anguished pangs...

Here, the workers immerse themselves

in natures taciturn,

enlightened it is they themse...

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To stand and stay where we are born

is as the flower is to the thorn,

a gift that comes from nurtured past,

a sun that burns through shadows cast.

To roam and seek for pathways new

is as the sand is to the dew,

a rain to quench the deserts drought,

a life well lived to banish doubt.

And when at some unwanted end

the path will seem a foe or friend...

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It came out of the Forest with Antlers and Angel Wings,

Hawthorn and Faery Horns...

With ShotGun and Shells from the Beaches of Norman Kings,

no Nailed Palms, no Crown of Thorns...

                                    Behold, what the Future brings.

He came Up from the Ground with Molten Rock and Fire,

Erionite and Stibnite...

with Flame Thrower and Axe and Blade...

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Peace is a Prize,

unseen by gouged and blinded

eyes...

medalled gold

cannot disguise, nor deafen ears to powers

lies.

Time strips clean the schemes

of men, for all to see the lions

den...

and which of us would wish we them?

their lives signed off by tyrants

pen.

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Listening to Fela in 98,

Jounieh, Beirut...

Bombs, rocking Nairobi,

Tennis in the afternoon.

Beach in the morning

DR Congo yet to come,

Suicide in Kandahar

Massacre on The Russian Road

"my brain was squirming like a toad"

These are my alternative facts

my North Atlantic Treaty,

my flip-side Warsaw P...

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At the crest of a hill the pathway divides,

one splits toward the harbour and one toward the edge of the open sea.

Like the place in a dream where the colours change,

one frame ascending toward the light the other descending to crimson tides...

         Blood washing the sands for eternity.

A severed head, in a spherical basket of rotating blades is tumbling down a hi...

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Scars are as maps,

the contours of cancers

edging the hillsides in their rising and fall.

Bruises are as seasons,

the colour of petals

blooming and fading as our memories change.

Wounds are as valleys,

the flowing of rivers

fierce or becalmed by the beating of hearts.

Words are as weapons,

the deliverer of conquest

scything with frenzy or peacea...

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Readings of Katalambano and joining the idiots.

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It takes just two i's

to join the dots,

not the language skills

of polyglots.

It takes no asking why

to turn the blind eye,

to not see all hell

fall from their sky.

It takes no raised voice

to let them starve,

no moral choice

on your behalf.

It takes no hand of peace

to keep the war,

that shall not cease

to keep them poor.

I...

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The dreaming Moon rolled over

to see the Sun arise,

pulling darkness to its shoulder

it slipped the shining skies...

the never-ending chase of days

of lightness and of dark,

the shadows and enlightened ways

on which our lives stand stark...

their beauty and their foreboding

carry fearful dread and hope,

each stretching hour eroding

our resilience to...

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Here comes the grime

here comes the grime,

have you seen our cities

lost in time...

between the flags

and the calls to prayer,

have you seen the grime

festering there.

Here comes the hate

here comes the hate,

have you seen the leaders

recklessly conflate...

Here comes the bloo...

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I am my own country,

one of conflict and of peace...

my regions know no borders,

yet my borders seek to increase.

I am the source of my own sickness,

and the fountain of my health...

the treasury of my own accomplishment,

the beneficiary of my wealth.

My democracy is my conscience,

though my decisions wear the crown...

my constitution uni...

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How she was young and still with hope,

her skin unbroke by wicked days...

eyes that spoke no need of words,

yet sang "Zabur" a thousand ways...

her hands that worked the barren soil,

would glide like silk upon his face...

though ragged clothes betrayed her toil,

they could not dull her state of grace...

and now with streets and markets gone,

the ...

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For sale: baby milk, past "use-by"

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The morning comes unwanted,

creeping outside my window...

the new day with its sunrise balaclava

hoping to catch me unawares,

desperately trying to recall my dreams

as they escape across the lawn.

No matter, they will come back again,

one day I'll catch them forever.

There's a fox outside staring at me intently,

the edge of the day peels open, he...

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No Bells sound,

just silence between the drones.

The air is still,

from cotton shroud two waxen faces leer.

Saint's from painted walls,

stare with sightless eyes, mirrors not tears.

The living weep,

to contemplate the incarnation of The Christ...

here in Broken flesh,

as if laid out beneath some grotesque Calvary...

from the hanging sky a...

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If I wrote the forbidden words

or dared to speak them out,

who would say what they had heard

or spread the word about?

And if I hid from law and rule

which of you might turn?

To speak of me as if a fool

that I some lesson learn...

And which of you might stand alone

to take the space I'd filled?

Where I had dared to right a wrong

that no more life be ...

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On these five o'clock mornings, when it's too early to stir the house,

I've been thinking of you,

Wondering if you'll come home.

Waking underground, I know you cannot see the sky

from where compassionless fire falls.

Don't worry, things here are the same as ever they were,

although you will be different

when you unpack your secrets in the quiet sp...

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To place ourselves between the words,

the combative ones,

is to be in no man’s land, where hissing silence

swirls like CS gas.

To see nothing as it truly is, as if in the fug on

the channel as dawn spills,

to see neither side, know no direction, to hear dulled voices like

the echoes of babel.

Where is the door to clarity?

beyond where doubt and ...

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It's a cure for famine; it's a cure for hunger.

See the hordes with pangs of pain, their empty bowls

gleaming in Sunlight...

A snipers dream, the willing victim, hands raised in

expectation. That little pill in metal jacket, the last supper of the

condemned...

A million meals with leaden supplement. Yes, walk toward

the mirage of your salvation. Collect for all...

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A cool breath of morning mist lays itself across the water,

where pathways break the wooded edge, it probes the leafy tracks.

Green and dappled reds announce the warming rays,

rustling snouts and gentle song rise to fill the dawning cracks.

Beyond this unseen miracle we shuffle ourselves awake,

inviting news and noise, we break the fragility of nature’s spell.

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These fuckers are so removed

from the horrors that they cause

these fuckers are not my friends

neither are they yours

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Over the shoulder of Turkey

down through the Caspian Sea,

South across Muscat and Aden

Westward toward Djibouti...

Then fold through the Red Sea to Cairo

across Sinai where Moses did lead,

then on to the back gates of Rafah

where Nomads eternally bleed...

Tie the knot off in Tehran

strangle the land till it's dry,

leave there, what's then left of Man

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When it was over

the guns were in our hands,

when it was over

our tanks were in their lands.

When it became history

the markets redrew our graphs,

when it became history

our media moguls wrote their epitaphs.

When war was still a raging

the dead inflamed our hate,

when war was still a raging

Our mercy came too late.

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Porky Pigs in Porton Down

took a bullet for the Crown.

All our wounds look the same

the pigs are dead the men are lame...

Argies beneath trench duck boards

cut to meat by youthful hordes,

there were no geese upon the green

when sun came up, the slaughter seen...

Again, we're getting battle ready

our leaders brash, drunk faux-heady,

shipbuilding, craftin...

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Screens are the crematoriums of yesterday's news,

we switch them on

we switch them off,

between the static seeking brighter views,

our interest gone

the pyres excused...

We rant and rage for our own need,

we curse at this

we curse at that,

between our fast we sate our greed

we crave all bliss

we waste our seed...

While borders bloat and bellies sh...

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Voices quieten into hushed goodbyes,

our losses enlighten the darkest of skies.

Absence fills the space that is left,

memories remain; we are not bereft.

Snow falls again, it drifts beyond sight,

Wild geese on the wing take to their flight.

Though things move away, their pathways converge,

from the deepest of sorrow great joy can emerge... 

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Up on a cloud Moses meets Mo,

they're watching the slaughter

unravel below.

They wonder together what have they done?

was it through them that the

killing begun.

Moses, reflects that he parted the Sea

to deliver the tribes, says "it

wasn't me"

Mo, is confused and a little perplexed,

"I wasn't around then" his tone

somewhat vexed.

They sa...

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Where the croft turned to dune

we hid to make our love,

The Peewit called staccato tunes

unbound in choirs above...

The Grasses beckoned desperate Waves

too drowned by Seas unbroke,

that crashed the Shore and lashed the Caves

as words that can't be spoke...

I dream my fingers in your hair

my breath upon your face,

to wish my soul with yours was there

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Trying to write I lift a scab

to see my lifeforce flow,

for under the crust of all things dead

lie things we crave to know...

yet with such knowing are we fixed

or wounded all the more?

by careless angst we self-inflict

there is no reason for.

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I know not the deepest pangs of hunger

nor have I felt the heel of a boot at my throat,

but I have seen insects crawl on sightless eyes

and I've heard cruel victors gloat.

I know not the wrench of forced separation

nor have I sought refuge where wild dogs howl,

but I have seen the fall of once kind nations

and smelt their rot, so foul.  

I know not the persec...

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The water is Still and Sparkling

the AC is silent as dust,

tame media outlets remarking

which one of these suits can we trust?

The translators verbose and inventive

sit idly waiting on words,

a settlement holds no incentive

so enthused, they resolve to throw curbs.

Front lines are bloody and broken,

of talking, there's none to be heard...

you're dead or...

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Under the viaduct

things are discarded,

where shadows fall heavy

before the night.

Echoes of victims

hauntingly silent,

two drunken strangers

desecrate a murder.

Last moments

absorbed in brick,

graffiti screams

where no-one sees.

Nonchalant commuters

thunder above,

everyone moving away

from you.

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On Easter Sunday

we'd roll hard boiled eggs

down hillsides

their painted shells would crack,

the beach over-run

by happy clapping gospel missions

and donkey rides,

I knew then "He's not coming back"

In another land

I saw a fractured child

broken by the war

cast aside by righteous rule...

such an act of inhumanity

there could be

n...

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Regard your hands with disgust.

Idle, they are the tools of wicked thought...

Your mind wanders the contours of things forbidden,

misused, it writes a script for dormant horrors...

the seed and the active ingredient repel,

whilst psychopathic imagination permits all...

the membrane of restraint is gossamer thin...

a butterfly wing betwixt heaven and hell

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I come awake, sunlight banishing the night,

clawing at curtains it smears the shabby walls...

the debris of yesterday best forgotten offends my sight,

relentless optimism cares not where on it falls.

The fog of memory lifts, dreams combust in vampiric flame.

I am adrift, ripped too early from interstellar torpor.

It's not that heavenly bodies could be held to any b...

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Of Succubus and Demons,

my dreams are filled with fiery hollows.

A grey figure lifts its gown

serpentine the foetus writhes,

my throat of blood floods to drown,

though I'm consumed; the child survives...

Followed by a beast that leads

nocturne sun devours the soul,

subconscious in my waking needs

the seventh circle takes me whole...

Deeper, Deeper ...

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See the crows with bloody beaks

that pluck the tongues

through which truth speaks

See the men with bloody tongues

that strike out truth

were e're it comes

See the scribes with words writ wrong

who care not where

their ink comes from

See the eyes that welcome blight

that fills their soul

yet steals their sight

See all this yet carry on?

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I thought I'd repost some vitriol this morning and let you decide who you wish to send it to.

Sycophantic,

word-pedantic

dictionary whore.

Your literary vacuum

leaves me wanting more.

Your spewing words

thick with rot,

from something ill ingested

tie my patience like a knot,

intestines worm infested.

You’re like a stain of afterbirth

stillbor...

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Step on step toward the crest

across timbered burn and stone,

where tumbling water knows no rest

save in the Loch below,

its rainy surge of silver gleam

frenetic in its fall,

like wealth hid in a black-rock seam

beyond the reach of all.

Yet onward, upward I will climb

against the easy way,

where greater joy than wealth is mine

and fewer men might say...

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