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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
Poem For A Friend
The clocks stop and time ends
Nothing more for you my friend
Life is in the moment of breath
And when it no longer comes
nothing is left but death
No more talk
No more chit chat
No more conversation
The blonde barmaid is safe from our lusty eyes
and the rock music industry must go on
without our criticism
The bell rings and time ends
Last orders f...
Saturday 21st September 2013 8:42 am
Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
Adopt
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
A pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
dream sequence
.
Friday 1st March 2013 5:42 am
Are you that easy to forget?
.
Into the bleak after hour
where dreams blend into
hopes that have gone sour
I am one of many, upon rocks
ocean spume that wet your socks.
Why do you walk the shores
with socked feet?
When bare footed symphonies
lift their song in your chest
above outstretched branches of tress
I am one of many grains of sand,
nameless stars cupped in hand.
Will y...
Monday 4th February 2013 6:24 am
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