Corinthians

                  ‘(I was the wasp. She says).’

     “What is the meaning of these, ramblings;-

  “The meaning in this waffle, this drivel and dialogue???”

    what is the portent and calamity,

        fiction and faction – these slow mundane

   laborious stalemate enquiries?”

     I am to lose mind or, patience,

gratitude or, satiate?

  Is my ...

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We have lost human rights.

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Friday morning at Hadrian Clinic Newcastle.

Since 6am!

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Friday morning at Hadrian Clinic Newcastle.

Since 6am!

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I report the theft of rail ticket and hoyae keys from my tent and i am sectioned by police.

I have also been sexually assaulted under sleep sedation.

I found out Systagenix in Gargrave are experimenting on the children of Gargrave, Skipton - taking boxes of toys into the school - each one bar coded and smeared with systagenix detriment. They are now trying to force suicide upon me ...

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There Be An Obstruction Where the Dopamine

Should Communicate Freely

     Aye we’ve been there before ‘our kid,’

all those wishes and dreams when young with

where and what we would do with skills -

   living amongst the concrete, where

the occasional body has you puzzled

all life;– ‘was it really suicide?’

     You kind of promise yourself

that one day you...

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The Elusive

     I have somewhere to be,

a place, a destination – perhaps a

   concert to attend or even, a park.

     I have somewhere to be and

have undertaken all checks – the petrol,

the spare tyre the oils and lubricants

   and have the satnav knowing my

      journeys end.

     I am keen and fired like

James Hunt, perhaps Jacky Stewart

  a...

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The Shout

     It has been long in the heart but -

never really noticed in the eye,

  it has been a life long courtship that persists

    it stays silent, quiet, unsaid and unrecognizable,

      like a child you employ to do house cleaning on estates;-

        ‘every misunderstood wound has one, and all

          are misunderstood wounds in Manchester -

             sh...

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Grey Hair

     There is something to be said for a

  time of World we can never deny -

   as much as some might,

     there is something to be said

for all that was built, all that was made -

      by generations now………..

                    ‘…...they are not, dead!’

     So heavy,

they are so heavy nobody today can lift them,

  but the navvie and ...

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Movement

       ‘…..everything, is rhythm’

                                             (Foli).

     The Loch here atop the glens of Scotland,

         boasts new life I never saw before,

  the loch has the ripple of fish, and bird beating

     wing upon the waters,

   the calls of those I never heard whence last here -

  give my eye of shine an indicat...

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To sit and stare.

Cumington Stacks - Scotland.

A verbal understanding.

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Nae The Time To Ask For Slippers

     The beardy man lay semi clothed upon the Moray Firth Beach,

  By his side his children -

    the youngest perhaps two,

        the weather was not summer e’en though

         the calendar stated objection,

           but the wains nae mattered the cold,

     two and then, no complaint but only contentment,

        I shivered m...

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Nonetheless Is Under Control

     Does it matter so much to you?

Is it the here here or hear hear when

  registering the depths of pain upon this World?

     We had a life here,

it might not seem much to you -

now we understand the laboratory of World

        you have created and not, ‘sanctuary!’

     ‘It was a life we couldn’t wait to live,

couldn’t wait...

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These Four Walls

     The pot is bubbling contentedly,

my rice softening as this shoebox dwelling -

   persists a hardening,

     I can hear and I do note the steam

now covering all surface known shiny,

     I sit listening and note the modulation

be quickening, the bubbles faster and faster

   as liquid disappears.

     Here I am, noting with stubbor...

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The Observations of Strath And Formant

                                                           (My Worry)

     How can new life be a champion now?

   How can it be his world of wonder?

How can the day in which we try be rewarded

   with contented sleep and dreams of wondrous fantasy??

       Family is why we are here,

  family is the form that is covered by t...

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Nothing works 1 & 2

https://youtu.be/N_jGOKYHxaQ

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The Event

                                                                ‘Is this all you want of people?’

     Someone said something to me about ‘family,’

about how they felt as if insult upon them,

   I took a good look around and thought,

     we are all part of a family here,

        even if cloaked from knowing each others origins,

     we are all pa...

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Deer Hunter

     Is it a Meryl that strips, upon  rumours of rape,

  the Sun Dogs are high again, always high, ‘again!’

     As is an Auricle a human being, so too, a hospital,

  but the man doth not know that,

       as Malcolm calms he to shake out

              the bodily confusion from the roulette above.

                       Johnson knows more but, y...

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All Shapes, All Sizes, All Makes, All, Ways.

     Are you resuscitation enabled?

         Are you, you?

        You do know don’t you,

            you do know the gateway upon your being,

                that unites your left, and right, heart………...don’t, you?

              This is not my century, tourist, is it yours?

                 What? This is not your ce...

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     I was there many years ago, there where the earth had me smile at the elephant presence everywhere, everywhere as    soon as the aircraft doors opened. 

     I was there so long ago yet, to this day, I know a Kakai Kilonso riff that has me sense, 

           "he ain't dead yet!"

     I am though, returned long to a prison of which they secret of my sentence as if, 'they d...

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