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WTF did oxford pilot do in the flying abortion he was flying? that question i ask. the darker part of war. that the villagers state is true, the answer. did the canadian pilot DELIBERATELY RAM the german hornisse heavy fighter? no of course not. the oxford broke apart under 20mm cannon fire. and the kraut was hit by debris. but the locals said he knew the hornisse would...
Wednesday 1st December 2021 2:34 am
Fake Believe
Fake Believe
I walk these majestic corridors of the huge tower block
Skyscraper clawing down the sky into the earth
Thirty two floors above ground
And ten below where anything goes
Tell me, what’s down there?
Ornate toilets fit for a king
That I use three times a night
When I have a right big shit
And wash my armpits, tonsils and nipples on the bidet
Enjoyin...
Saturday 14th April 2018 8:40 am
MISTY WATERS
MISTY WATERS
Water, smooth as a mirror, shiny as death.
I am the lake, the lake is me.
Are you the mist hovering over
my haunted vision and fractured mind?
Lost am I but bemused by your fragile beauty.
Your cold breath on my face telling me I am alive.
Mist taking me away, quick call my Mother. I’m about to drown.
Moon above, face of my unknown lover.
...Wednesday 9th May 2012 5:50 pm
BIZARRE
BIZARRE
I was on my way back from my mate’s when a lad walked behind me, at a fast pace. I was ready for whatever. I walked behind him after he cut down murder ...
Wednesday 19th October 2011 2:04 pm
GHOST DANCERS
GHOST DANCERS
Ghost dancing through the night so haunting and so mystical,
ghosts are all around you if you know where to look.
Mysterious ghost ships sail on dark eternal seas forever and ever.
Ghostly figures prance through the dark slender trees on a Winters’
moonlit night.
Maybe one day we too will be ghosts if we die in the right way
but now we can n...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 1:15 pm
GREY BLACK NIGHT
THE GREY BLACK NIGHT
The grey leaden sky covers the land casting a shadow over this sombre place.
Shadows leap from every tree and boulder until they seem to dance
everywhere you look.
Trees stand in stark silhouette against the sky, the wind makes them sway
and creek like skeletal limbs askew.
This is the gothic night of the beautiful colour of grey.
Gre...
Tuesday 13th September 2011 1:08 pm
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