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Saturday, December 23, 2006

Steady On Eddy

The Doorman And The Poet On the doors of Hell and Heaven I stick my chest out, showing some grace for unlike other nights it’s the first of the eves the quieter one! ‘’Steady on Eddy’. Shouts my mate Bert ‘’Don’t want too tempt fate you know, famous last words, after all night club crowds can spin like CD’S and burn'' The queue curling long, thick with kisses Christmas happy Chap’s and Lasses carols mixed with tunes in rap holy night club joy Poppers, whistles, Harvey wall-bangers and gin-fizzes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Black Pink And Brown Just Mates In Town

Peace The Finale Frontier Pink Black Brown three mates from my side of town the right side of the tracks, Reggae, Indie and Amadeus played in trees compared their dreams, swiped pieces of tomorrow brought back here for today all agreed this is how our kids will play In loving variety freewill of mind rearrange diversity into assortment bringing in range the cultural expressions love the one important selection Hooray for the understanding of array mixture of beautiful variety created not stated... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

As if Nothing Snow has not fallen Wind cold as not blown Still night silent As if... Nothing was there Father Comfortable Swooping swift mind at play Shooting stars Galaxies, pour colours Over black canvases Milky-way cosmos displays Satisfied After six days Resting armchair Father comfortable In the middle of our Unknown Apple-wood resin bubbles, pops Green, red and yellow flames Bursting sparks into mid of night Last summers harvest fragrance sweet Roasting eve, with feast of Carols sung Bells... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 17, 2006

Rainforest Pharaoh

Rainforest Pharaoh Rainforest Pharos similarities green and dust of once forest floor, now rains once or twice but not much more, long before man sweated building on foundations of sand grand pyramids mans design pharos tomb Egypt was rainforest land totally different then wind blown sand The Southern Americas Pharaoh set sail across oceans crafted reed windblown destiny ancient trade brave mankind dark sea swell these acts of man proven possibly have been done though looking at pyramids... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Alone On Mount Olympus

Fleeing stinking dark shifting shadow Alone on mount Olympus once powerful Zeus sits upon frozen golden throne alone on his gifted mount Olympus Zeus moans of memory’s full with kept promises from the changing shadow whom whispered mighty dreams so, so sweet into the soft and gentle ears of willing angels Follow gleefully my shadow imamate its dark shape leave warmth in this tedious loving heaven start anew has Gods I promise you bow-down just this once in serving light with dark your heaven, my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

My Rebel Mum!

My Rebel Mum You know just like James Dean but only female, always in trouble around the age of eighteen my grandmother evidently used too pound the floor, up and down, then some more, till finally came the familiar quite sound of the trembling key in lock, old front door. Quarrelling in whispers up their rickety stairs, didn’t want too wake granddad he had given up! ‘’I’ve had just about enough.’ He supposedly said the weekend before then got back into bed, whilst shouting. ‘’ The girl thinks... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Finding wrong in one bucket full of right, net curtains parting all day and night, houses have become giant shining spotlights seaching for trouble, ''You walk up or down our street at the double.' Signs on lampposts ( Make sure your car is facing the correct way ) ''You can't park there mate not at this time of day'. Who says so? I say. ''Me mate,' he says, shoving his neighbourhood watch bage under my nose. ''And I'm head of the tenants,' oh a kind of public lieutenant. '' Yes you could say... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 11, 2006

Paper Horse

Chains and Knowledge I welcomed stories your wisdom in thoughts advice from tongue or page sitting scratching heads like learned friends your crafted gift excepted by my trusting mind surprised then suppressed within your paper horse Innocents lost in whispers Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Ignorance Is Bliss

I was stuck for insperation this afternoon, evening, and now night, the time here in essex now 1.24 am! So I have taken the liberty of returning to a moment of musing, in comment that I left on Stbond's excellent blog last night. Named Confucius On Ignorance. My apoliges to Stbond for swiping a moment back, thank you for your understanding in advance friend. Michael I am wallowing in self loathing Ignorance is bliss Never wanting in causing Slight ripple Or splashing wave If proving that wrong... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 9, 2006

Safer Then The Real Thing

SAFER THEN THE REAL THING! Opening refreshed lids winking knowingly saying their goodbyes, ghosts of the party within my dream smiling floating back too their place in time last nights delusions of shooting stars leaping onto the stage jamming with boyhood heroes Sweating autographs signing whilst climbing into stretched lime green limousine Falling out naked insecure rolling along embarrassed packed city throng, mass, swarm mob of no noticing me except for one beard covering familiar face... Sign in to see full entry.

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Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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