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.

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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 ...

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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

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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