On a bleak, dull, down-trodden day towards the end of April, I caught the train from the small town of Settle in North Yorkshire heading for Scotlands largest city, Glasgow, a train journey that would take the best part of five hours, so with that in mind I loaded my phone up with music, placed my journal into my inner jacket pocket, and loaded my camera with batteries ready to take photographs of...

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I remember, sitting there besides the brook where the waters ebb and flow and the ducks play blissfully on the surface as if they were bobbing for apples there was I, pen in hand, my journal upon my lap, As you came strolling by, blissfully unaware of my existence, never stopping to acknowledge this lonely poet with only his words for company.

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From the lamplight of the factories to the smoke and endless fumes, the workers toiled from dawn until dusk on ever spinning looms, never did these places hear the sound of each bitter tear that was cried, these were the places where some were born and just as many died.

The workhouses and slums of Victoria’s kingdom fare, never saw many smiles although many memories were formed there, painful ...

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A little boy stands by the doorway looking out across the moors, waiting for his daddy to return from those far off distant shores, for his daddy was a soldier and he was away at war, fighting for our freedom like so many had done before.

His daddy was a farmer although a letter came one day, that said it was his duty and that he had to go away, so he packed up and caught the train like the let...

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She crawls, blood red nails scatch at dirty bedroom walls, she tries to scream but no voice is ever heard, from the vocal chords of a trapped mockingbird.

Since the day that she was born she’s been fed nothing but lies, men have always looked at her with desire burning in their eyes, forever hungry for a piece of whatever it is that she’s got, for a little money she’ll lay back, let them take t...

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“Next year will be different”he said, “the money will start rolling in, the electricity will stop running out,
the bills will stop mounting up and the bailiffs will stop sending letter after letter, call after call and we’ll be able to pick up the phone without worrying who is on the other end, we’ll be able to afford a new wardrobe of clothes, stuff that we like and not just for practicality, We...

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You came here seeking asylum a fresh start far from the hurt of war, so that you no longer had to cradle the terrified bodies of your children, to your breast, whilst hiding your own tears, hurt and sorrow, with no avail, because they could feel your heart, beating away deep inside your chest.

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These poisonous tabloid newspapers show the most grotesque of scenes, of limbs missing, blown of in action to satisfy some greedy politicians dream, but that same fucking question always remains upon my mind, what would they do if it was their kids that got left behind.

Would they make the changes needed, would they even care, it’s them that reap the profits of all this killing and warfare, the...

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