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The coldest Morning
In the coldest morning
Of a frozen day
There’s a teeny tiny kernel of heat
Deep inside your heart.
Keep it safe,
You might need it
Some day
In the coldest morning
Of a dead relationship
Reach inside
For that tiny kernel of heat.
You’ll need it
For that someone else
You’ll meet.
Sunday 2nd February 2014 7:47 am
Time is in the Moment
Probably my last blog of 2013 so all the very best for the New Year everyone;
Time is in the moment
The moment is in the deed
The deed is in the action
The action is in the need
Time is in the moment
The moment of the choice
The choice is in the substance
The substance gives us a voice.
Time is in the moment
The moment of the voice
The voice is in the message
The lips ...
Friday 27th December 2013 7:55 pm
The Game Of Love
A hundred nights out, a thousand even or more
And yet we meet unknown and unknowing
A hundred bars, a hundred bar maids
A thousand pints of lager
Chit chat and chat up lines unleashed
Smiles flashed, charm dispensed liberally
And all for us to meet, unknowing
Chance, fate, call it what you will
The hidden hand of the universe
Brought us here to meet
...
Thursday 11th July 2013 12:39 pm
All his things are here (updated version)
All his things are around here, in the wardrobe and in the drawers
The man himself has gone
But all his things are here
Don’t put your things in that drawer, that’s drawer’s already in use
But it’s full of the things of a dead man
And he’s no longer here.
It’s cold out tonight, so very cold, so why don’t you use this scarf?
It’s the scarf of a dead ...
Sunday 17th June 2012 8:23 pm
The History of the World Part Four
The history of the world part four
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Part one is everything else that’s gone before
Parts two and three are you and me
And together it’s a volume delivered free
Welcome to your deepest desires
Destroy them, crush them, consign them to the fires
Welcome to the history of the world part four
Available to anyon...
Saturday 11th February 2012 11:05 pm
Her Prisoner of War.
She keeps her albums in a cardboard box and her singles are left on the floor.
Maybe she’s a girl that doesn’t care but then, she always brushes her hair.
Her bedroom is full of things in carrier bags and empty cardboard boxes.
There’s a bank statement on the side from nineteen eighty five under a TV guide.
In the hallway there’s junk mail and unopened letters and th...
Friday 10th February 2012 2:32 am
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