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You are never alone
Because if you think you are alone
You must have enemies
Your enemies are always there for you
And your friends are not.

Ok, you feel better now? What. you dont. Oh well. I guess i screwed up again.
Farewell. And may Satan's trident freeze in the Heat of Hell and crack just before he jams it into ye.
May the wind always be at your back.
And may you be literally climbed upon by masses of females who are a good 10, 20, or even more, years younger than yourself.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Now i'm getting old and grey
I think back to yesteryears day
Cricket I watched and wanted to play
I started as scorer one day in May

Allowed to practice with the older chaps
Might even play one day perhaps
Second team were a player short
Faced the bowling out caught

Trudge back to the pavilion not much luck
Could have been worse it wasn't a duck
Picked at last for the first team to play
Arrived at the ground its raining to my dismay

Next match I opened the batting
Scored some runs while playing on matting
I didn't like all that time in the field
I preferred the pads on bat to wield

I tried fast bowling was not to be
Innings complete off in for tea
Cucumber sandwiches and scones for me
All washed down with a mug of rosie lee

Resume play after the Break
Other team attempting our score to make
Losing wickets at a fair old rate
Last one out the games on a plate

After the game a drink in the inn
Winners and losers friends again
Waiting for the next practice day
Sort the mistakes we made in the play

Those summers have now past
Just memories now gone so fast
Wishing I could play and how
All I can do is watch the game now

dark clouds
hovering in the sky
permeate my being
creating a state
of sombre calmness
deep within the core
of my psyche

unperturbed
by distractions
in the environment
I find tranquility
and peaceful serenity
in the innermost depths
of my being

my psychic energy
links with
the cosmic energy
underlying
the unity of all things
pervading space and time
inducing in me
feelings
supreme and sublime

I sense
some ultra dimension
an ocean of energy
to which the
life energy of
all living things return
after the last breath
is taken

Look!
Look look!!
Look look!!
Look ya.....
When I put ma finger to da pen
Uncomprehend what I comprehend
Literally making ma mind bend
To curb
My egos influence
To open
My magnificence
A light bright enough
To burn away da fikkin huff n da puff
Call it smooth when it's rough
Taking this life by the scruff
Of the neck
It may not be perfect
But what is perfect?
Just a perception
All is really perfection
In the Most Highs eyes
But you keep looking up to the skies
He or she who is wise
Cuts all ties
Cos you know that the prize
Resides n relies
Upon n inside of you
Can you remain true
To you?
And manifest the best in all you do
Do it with joy n laughter
Be a happiness master crafter
Carving brilliance from stone
From dry n dead bones
Not by preaching
Or teaching
But by owning the shizz that you're in
Lead by example
Take a sample
Of your own truth
Look in the mirror
Say
I Love you
And mean it
Live it breathe it give n receive it
Power up baby

2.30 in the afternoon is my favourite time
before schools get out
and all that offspring pours into the streets
sweat, hormones and puritanical socialism
bustling on foot, bikes and buses.
You can go two ways at 2.30
sleep on the couch
or go out with still enough time in the day
to succeed at something, anything really,
but let's face it, you probably won't,
so snoring works just fine by me.
10 am has a sense of urgency,
which is totally annoying for the idle
best avoided, sleep through it if you can,
rise at 11 for brunch.
5 pm is depressing, it involves hunger
and the realization that another day went by
without achievement, pour a solid drink
7.30 is better, dinner settles, and
any depressing encounter with the news is gone
and then you can enjoy
the spirit of the night
11.00 is bed, pray for 12 hours of relief,
if you're lucky you'll get 8,
forever shortchanged.

Along the footpaths a mile and a half's stroll
Cross the motorway good job there's no toll
Ice House wood where summer flowers bloom
Negotiate the road where cars and lorries zoom.

Up Dog and Bear lane at a steady amble
Into the trees and skirt the brambles
Once at the top where Byron used to walk
Listen to the trees they seem to talk

Telling there tales of times gone away
Through the Gravel quarry now a main highway
Look over the valley the pits have been pulled down
Only the spoil heaps evil and brown

Turn on my heel head homeward I pray
The path is now metalled and grey
Another mile or so uphill and around
Over the motorway safe and sound

Arrive at home all seems so fast
Off with my boots and sit down at last
On with the kettle a nice cup of tea
Planning another trip when I am free

She's my confidant;-
In the mirror image,
Of a dream;-

Reflected on a screen,
Through CS.

The virtual touch;-
Digital caress;

As I confess;-
She will always,
Write to me.

Which must be,
The soft caress;-

Of stellar destiny.


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Yesterday I collected a bucket of mussels
from the rocks in the waist deep wash
while the fisherman looked on
from his rock
we cooked them on a camp gas cooker
with beer
sitting deck-chaired in the dunes
while the sun met the sea
the fisherman passed by
with a bountiful catch
we smiled
then up came the moon for a total eclipse
going orange like a mighty planet
nature was really working its miracles
just like Van Morrison said
When it's not always raining there'll be days like this
When there's no one complaining there'll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this

Xi Jinping and the Rejuvenators
rocking the house
I'm quaffing champagne at the
album release party
Xi in immaculate blue tie
"Tai i i wan, is on my side
oh yes it is
Tai i i wan, is on my side
oh yes it is"
he's tight
its funky
a night mover
the man epitomises
cultural destiny
I have another crab sandwich
Biden's asleep at the table
his aides do the clapping
soothing East-West tensions
they'll all get signed copies
promising good press release
for tonight at least
all the war dogs
and battle hardened men
can sleep well in their bunkers

Paperboys route

Start at the shop where the newspapers wait
Get cracking or I'll be delivering late
Onto my bike heavy bag a swinging
Pedal like crazy to get the chain singing

Off on the route I used to follow
Down the hill and into the hollow
Start near the school, post one or two
Then the Police house this chaps new

Round the corner past the shop
Deliver the Herald the best of the crop
No one about this hour before daylight
Another two miles and the day will be bright

Feel in the bag only the Times remaining
Weathers changed its started raining
Last one through the letterbox today
Mount my bike and shout hurray

Only another mile homeward riding fast
Home for breakfast at last
Bread to be toasted in front of the fire
Butter and jam a taste to acquire

A nice brew of tea ready for the day
Pack my school bag no time to play
Back on my bike three miles to ride
Arrive at school where I'm really tried.