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'It's Time To Face... Resignation' (Performance)
Earlier in the week I performed 'It's Time To Face... Resignation' at the Empire Theatre in Blackburn. On the following YouTube link, you'll find my rendition!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mMpcy9u1Dc
Sunday 20th November 2011 8:10 am
GOTHIC STORM
GOTHIC STORM
Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting
the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric
of the sky into which the earth will fall,
doomed and dead into the abyss of time
forever more. We are the generation of the damned,
condemned to be this for the rest of our lives
until we die, by our own hand
or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...
Tuesday 25th October 2011 4:26 pm
TIME WILL TELL…
TIME WILL TELL…
I’m a prisoner in my own life, got a deluge of violent images bombarding me. Oh god make it stop, it brings me to my knees. I swear I’m not a violent man; my problems from the past are years old, at times they come and get me at night, for those hours I’m on my own and vulnerable in my bed, the assault continues.
I try to use my common sense to distance myself from...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:42 pm
BOULDER
BOULDER
The massive boulder sits in the lea of the moor; it has been here for a million years
and seen everything that has ever happened.
So many tons of stone made up of all of the elements which make up the very
planet itself.
This piece of stone has been here longer than Man himself and it has seen so many years
come and go, from the harsh cold of wi...
Thursday 15th September 2011 1:40 am
time is a place
Time is the space between the small places, the moments we call now and here is the place and time of our memory as one together.
I would like to take a falling autumn leaf and press it in the pages of my life, a memory of what was and can never again be, a time that ebbs and flows, ebbs and flows, ebbs and flows, like the dappled sunlit water rippling gently at the edge of the great ...
Sunday 10th July 2011 2:16 am
'The heavy hands of time'
The Heavy Hands of Time
For youth
The clock rarely has hands
For the middle age
It has hands
That starts to spin
Too fast
And for the old
Time weighs heavy
Like all Burdon
Knowing that
Most of your time
Has now gone
Watching the youth
Wishing too
That your clock
Had no hands
To spin so fast
...
Wednesday 29th June 2011 4:54 pm
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