Narrative

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Down by the creek

The old man sat by cherry creek
Under the old oak tree
The old man had eyes bright like the...

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This Wonderful Life

This Wonderful Life

A bottle to hold you through the night
Reach out for a cigarette and smoke and think
Staring...

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Dragging Us Apart

Dragging Us Apart

Humanity is built on emotion
Take emotion away and the result is our society
A city of...

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SITTING IN HER ROCKING CHAIR

Memories and photographs only remain
Something to cherish as it starts to rain
She sits in...

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I am what I am :)

I am what I am :)

Simplicity itself is closing the curtains in your room
On a chilly winter’s night
blotting...

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~ HOLY SURFER ~

~ HOLY SURFER ~

I spied, a dimpled star in the heavens
As though a bejeweled telescope spoke to me
Of the...

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THE NEARLY MAN

The nearly man is almost but not quite there
Doesn't complete his tasks and doesn't care
He...

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‘Passing Passages Of My Life’

‘Passing Passages Of My Life’

Snippets of information
Infused with spirals of thought
Lines of literature which will never...

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Our Sunday’s

Our Sunday’s

Today is “Sunday funday”
Five pound subs to play
On dog trodden pitches we’d meet
No...

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Twist of fate ?

Twist of fate ?

She gently handed him the silver spangled goblet
It glistened under the brightness of the moon...

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THE INTERNET CAN'T DO...

What once was isn't now
The internet does it all somehow
Tells you the best places where to...

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Butterfly flutterby?

Butterfly flutterby?

Delicate, dainty butterfly
swaying in the summer breeze
Kissing flowers flutterby
...

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‘Survival of the fittest’

‘Survival of the fittest’

Smell the rotting stench of death
Putrid particles fill the air
Betwixt this massive mould...

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Dog Teeth

I didnt want to see him
I didnt want him eating my flesh again
He murdered me before
...

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And Then There Are None

And Then There Are None

The rhythmic rise and fall of our chest...
do we ever stop to reflect?
a miracle in every...

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A BUTCHER'S KNIFE

It's hard being me I have a hard life
I am dear friend a butcher's knife
I'm responsible for...

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Double standards . Or...

As a client . I have to inform work and income of any changes to my personal circomsance and income . So I...