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Pound shops and takeaways,
salons for grooming of
dogs and their owners
sit side by side.
Rancid fat acrid
in back alley junk piles,
settees and Christmas trees
slowly decay.
Damp homes
in damp climate
for cotton mill workers
no longer needed.
The forest of chimneys
now superseded
by new build in miniature,
room sizes shrinking,
l...
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:36 am
Still 23
Still 23
I’m 46 next week, but I’m 23 inside,
It’s not just old age denied.
I know my body’s knackered
‘cos daily I’m reminded:
the mirror’s getting scary,
I’m sure my face is puffy.
I used to feel so fit and strong,
stand up in the pub and sing a song,
Give me a coffee, I don’t want a pint,
I’ve no time for fools or picking a fight.
I think I’m pretty cool,
my daughter’s face sa...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 6:56 am
What Is Freedom?
Insidious, drip, drip, drip,
manipulation,
until normality
is life in a cage
of words and looks.
Like a dog that stands there docile,
the rope untied.
Some words do hurt,
do stick.
The most powerful,
parasitic,
worm into the mind,
unnoticed, unchallenged,
apparently innocuous,
sugar coated lies
on the nature of reality.
But a mind awakened
in the vast realms
of consciousness,
...
Thursday 24th May 2018 2:07 pm
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