Underworld

     Life here, life now,

be akin to a forced air environment,

   the day pans out as before and,

      the tickly cough and sore throat;-

            a common denominator in our being.

     Before all the labels were created

for observance of all and fully kept,

   we had choice of being – besides

   the submariner we now are,

      there wa...

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As Sharp The Thistle Be

     The call came in earnest -

the handset snatched from dust laden

   marriage,

      ‘I want your presence,’

   and so the bike was pulled and oiled.

     The shire of Aberdeen gave

grand of canyon company,

   and before the hills my breath

     stolen and given back with interest,

        all green and bright post mortem of w...

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Not Least, By ‘I’

     It is only me after all,

there are none other residents I know

  live here, none and I guess;-

      ‘this one stays silent…...again!’

     Hyperion reminds us of the longevity

  we can sometimes labour, (all life),

   and then by the time the final passage,

    you no longer remember the basis of tale,

      the predicate to that point o...

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Ulysses Be Fruitless

     “Yes your majesty, no your majesty,

three bags full your majesty” and then,

                      whack!

     I have lingered here, not by choice,

but to collate what’s blatant but never said,

what a higher state needs to understand,

       needs to ‘feel’ and know thine dread,

     ‘so much has been lost upon our elders death,

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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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Be Gone Thine Crystaline Indoctrination

     Tonight, I am in a shambles,

I am distraught and amputated,

   I am beyond a noose or afterlife,

beyond the crossroads where any

expresses the pale.

     Today, before the wind kept

insisting the asylum is still our keenest

   observation,

       I trusted a velo court

relationship with a stuttering wheeze,

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Deeper

     The damaged quill writes on automatic,

like sci-fi writers of fiction and fact,

     like the ending credits where as life

draws its fake conclusions – we leave

before the last word, the last, breath.

     ‘I am ill and so too this quill!’

     This quill came my way by

a brown octopus bold and alive,

   in a doorway to a bedroom kingdom

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     There is a fine drizzle here,

A typical post summer indication of Autumn blues,

   I walk childlike - glad of the company of a spirited woman

that age has no unpleasantry to sponsor. 

     The dusk has Starship Ferguson keen to paint 

new lay-lines and then;

   an echo of young stealing the air

with soccer talk steals too, my own solemnity

of history I m...

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A Sapphire Song

     I look up sometimes upon a sapphire sky,

  and know that she is there,

          ‘at least.’

     I married an angel once,

she has a wisdom deep with frustration and anger,

   and of course, that sorrow that never has

respite or remedy; a true safe home where

  Worlds ‘should’ be championed to the Cosmos.

     She can be a ‘Grey’ or a ...

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Amazing

     Where have the previous thirteen years ran to?

  That day when my wife and I tended our first born

is now some thirteen years away,

     where is it those thirteen years are now hiding?

     Our Son Wyatt be as tall as a ships mast,

and by knowing his empath, his mast boasts full

sail of seas where only a need for sleep can

     interrupt his adv...

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     It is windy here now, as the aurora moves closer,

all are gone to a terra-formed object for……….

     ………...I am here, still.

     My fleece is tight around my neck and body

for the cold and, no birds are apparent, or even, fly.

     I am ‘stayed’ as a stubborn that cannot and will not

uphold a disrespect for t...

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     There is a night to savour here,

no cloud, bright stars and quieted streets,

     No ghetto bird to shine an ignorant pry,

        just a solemn dedicated night of loneliness.

     At Orions Belt the sword still hangs -

perhaps a beckoning Excalibur seeking that ‘one’ -

that has the greatness to wield him with honour,

     to use he just and never drawn unl...

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     I thought I could sail yachts,

I thought that, I could fly too and -

   the K2 only a hillock to pass in a day,

     The bridges built - wider and longer

when designed with you in mind, in heart,

   no span could never be breached,

no day did not have a sliver of light, at least.

     All is held 'balanced,'

   all a miracle in your smile.'

     ...

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Never say it’s………...

     There is a volume I know goes beyond

any of Britannica, any of decibel that rocks

and thumps of loudest – metallica,

   it is a volume – having no dial to control

or shelf to mount,

          and the moment you sense it,

     you’re dazzled and sung and filled

with any chorus of binary star systems,

     any ‘mass’ of celestial body kn...

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Notions of Independent Thinking

     It is such a romantic thought,

a thought that, those footprints in the sand,

     footprints of one person,

          are the footprints of a God carrying you -

   through the hard times you cannot see an end to,

        such a beautiful romantic thought.

2.

     My feet, bare the scars of 21 blue wire stitches,

an...

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The ‘Ness and Red, the El Why and ER.’

     Earlier this day,

the Robin peered at me expectantly from

     the holly branch,

          glancing towards the empty

garden table, I could only apologize its barren,

               ‘tomorrow,’ I ventured,

     the Robin nodded, then flew.

           This night (now the day has hidden again);-

sees I watching the...

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....."is there, a magic, my Lord?"

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The ‘Broken’ - Hinting Escalation

     Are there any moments in ‘apology,’

that replace the ones lost to lies?

     How sincerity doth bare witness to her

form when between worlds of clever crimes and,

     is it a human understanding,

                                              at all?

     There are objectives to achieve and

there are no age restrictions upon ...

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     This cold could burn the Galaxy,

each celestial body too far to gather fuel in earnest,

stranger still when met,

     my vehicle now adorned with tapestry of ice bars,

a thin cover of frost upon every window,

all limb and body and, the blood moves slowly -

sometimes inert as yet again I creak my head against

     a static enclosure at the top of spine; froz...

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Where

     There is a lamp light I watch,

the lamp is basic, cheap, unpainted and weak,

     but the flame, the flame; an expensive dance that flickers and flares.

     My eyes look in so deep, so deep beyond

the blackened glass house of the flames imprisonment,

     it begs to be free like me, like I often plea,

          but its height and temper, its breath of fir...

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I have put this up as a tribute to Mike Ladd and to inspire you as to how poetry to music can be very inspiring.

I have put prose to music but here, a professional shines the way.

As a matter of coincidence, my intake date was Feb 4th too.

It is a very enjoyable piece.

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Hiding Behind Latin

     I saw the line ‘drawn’ by another,

a line I did not agree with but,

     the line was drawn before my presence and all,

     were informed of its totality,

     for none were ever thought reasonable of challenge,

at least, so the line thought.

     I asked the jury,

     ‘who doth the line represent of human calibre?’

     they lau...

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Now Pains the Builder

     We have giants here, Men, Women,

whose stature and experience make them tall

as old Oaks,

     the struggle to find a sole worthy

of walking this ancient world, incomprehensible.

     As tall as Oaks whose branch would filter

Sunlight – their scope of life, from bricky to nurse,

     beyond a measure we now persist be a box

of identif...

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By the Sea

     I have come to dream again,

I have come to hear and sense the waves,

     I am ghosting ‘the free’ again as my naked body rests.

     A canvas dwelling has the salt close -

while a single malt is savoured, finely hoped,

     and here as wild as can be the lore relaxes a hunt,

          says that all will one day ‘still’ be fine.

     I ha...

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An Awareness - ‘(Too Soon).’

     My hand is upon the old wooden table,

it is difficult to understand whether -

     my wrinkled and flaccid skin holds

greater awareness than the deeper of grain upon the wood.

     My hand is only known by the yellowing

and not the grey beneath as outstretched,

‘a kindred compass can foretell of journeys done,

     and journe...

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Hide and Seek

     Where was the Man’s coffin,

where was he laid to rest??

     Under a spell, under ‘or over’

canvas rights, under duress and under

a dying, where was the Man’s coffin?

     He could have been ‘her’ slave,

or master if chance allowed his natural,

     he could have been ‘that’ genius of wit -

that knows every mention in phrase of

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Buntys Honour

     My Sisters eyes so wide,

a cardboard cut out day has arrived -

and very far the next,

     someone she had known had

taken time to buy a solemn gift.

     Her lonely bedroom stare

now alive with sudden hope,

     a paper doll to dress,

a dinner party too – in all

her finery and regal splendour.

     A brush of air from open ...

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     She held high the t-shirt of a 

frame of boy, her smile of pearls

beneath her dark black skin,

     the t-shirt an advert that her Islands -

the best, - and then to the pants,

underwear and socks.

     All in her barrel, she foamed the

bubbles of everyone of them, for

everyone of them - she loved.

     This boy; a sapper she looked on

with need...

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(resubmitted on account of probs with audio)

Magnification

     Solemnities hero be already dead -
for she never lived, was never there,
     Her favoured plunge had already
swanned to fantasy where meeting
minds were no longer chaste, nor
wanting loins expressing lions dare.

     The citadels of spite remained as
peoples strewn in tatters – navigate an open
h...

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Just This Once For You, And Only You

     A day is only little,
People walk, talk, eat and contemplate,
     quicken expectations or, hang every
moment on a hopeful obsession,

A day, gathers dust in Africa,
     tethers homes of Eskimo within
snow-like cocoons of inner sanctuary,
     where the ruddy glow of smiling
children quickens my envy – heart,

A day, can see a mount...

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Move Away From The Pain

     .....'cut' away from the majestic piano
Dear God, for the phrase never ending like love,
     Cut away from the pain my Sentient -
For your eyes need never be dulled,

     you sit within hurt for the kindred you are
as exasperation bares the folly of Man,
    but your eyes seek to heal and your spirit be heard,
(Do they sense the being you are)?

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