Do

O God almighty Poetry:

Out there and looking for a word

Will it ever come along and how does a new word get born?

Hopefully, we might make noises

and that is all it ever was

Onomatopoeic musings and mumbled research

Some emotional charging of a light brigade

might help here… whatever,

The project is: Soulwork

Don’t bother to read the books

If you can do do do.

Ameliorate

this fug and fog and somewhere lost in a bog,
cultivate the lostness.
Can't remember, came to this place
smelled your smell, saw
your face.

Heard a song about how long
and where the truth falls
as if there was
anyone or ever could be

The senior coroner is writing to the minister for justice

Down

A bit like looking down on a hole in the clouds
from an aeroplane thats falling to earth,

Spotting the exit, the freedom ahead 

when you already are just to be dead,

Still, there's a peak, a small flicker

Of enthusiasm, everything's relative

and this death will have been improved

by the knowledge that there could have been a way through

But not now.

You are over.

Before you got whole.

Awake to Faults

Blood red sky of Respect and
Silence....

Anger rising
Clear views home

The things we did for love

and everything we didn't do
is here and waits

Brand new.  As it was left.

Declare Your Perfections On Facebook

It fell down on you from the city above
A note with a lyric there on it

All the students and the seaside clowns,
they saw you pick it up

And the note said:
'You're gonna get your fucking head kicked in'

And you did
aint it just like life to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?

So the heart that understands gets tired
But only of loving - just you dear.

What you get from loving by the book
is not wasted so you're fit as fuck

And them others who claim "all I bring is love"
they declare their perfections on Facebook

But you know, good man, that you will meet
People at breakfast and dinner tables

with stories to tell and life to impart
and maybe some love when you're able

Now balance, heal, change. Stay just right as you are
We'll bury Seamus on Friday and like him

You'll send your love from afar....

Murder By Mistletoe

Don't usually take note of Chinese Years.. but as we leave the Trickster and enter the 'Rooster' - I can't help but feel a glimmer of optimism for chickens coming home to roost and a year of: "no shit"....

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The Game Of Life

once you understand
that you work
responsively
it was never a measure
of your work
or your pleasure
that you got so left
by me.

Next up, there'll be dates
passion if lucky and mates
don't ever think you are choosing
the next bag you're fearful of losing

you were chosen by life for all this strife
play the part boy, and don't fear..

It's only a game.