Theres a hill
made of wind
swept heather
and rock
where the time
that it takes
when I climb
to its top
is the same
that these words
too often unsaid
take to climb
from the
deepening
shade in my head.
Life is wonderful
made of wind
swept heather
and rock
where the time
that it takes
when I climb
to its top
is the same
that these words
too often unsaid
take to climb
from the
deepening
shade in my head.
Life is wonderful
When I need reminding
I take a walk
I take a lot of walks.
I take a walk
I take a lot of walks.
The thin old man
without a home
wrapped his skin
about his bones
then sat them down
on paving stones
and waited in the cold,
for the kindly
alchemist
who dropped some pennies
in his dish
and listened as
he made a wish
for memories of gold,
The alchemist
that very night
put the old mans
past to flight
and in its stead
a golden light
to warm the old mans soul,
Alas the glow of revery
is not enough
to melt the teeth
of winter, now
the old man sleeps
forever in a hole,
He hadn't known
the alchemist
could fashion gold
with magic tricks
if he'd guessed
he would have wished
for some that he could hold,
the sort that can be sold.
without a home
wrapped his skin
about his bones
then sat them down
on paving stones
and waited in the cold,
for the kindly
alchemist
who dropped some pennies
in his dish
and listened as
he made a wish
for memories of gold,
The alchemist
that very night
put the old mans
past to flight
and in its stead
a golden light
to warm the old mans soul,
Alas the glow of revery
is not enough
to melt the teeth
of winter, now
the old man sleeps
forever in a hole,
He hadn't known
the alchemist
could fashion gold
with magic tricks
if he'd guessed
he would have wished
for some that he could hold,
the sort that can be sold.
A shame he wasn't told.
Third attempt, sorry!
I promise there wont be a fourth.
Third attempt, sorry!
I promise there wont be a fourth.
click-ety-clack
don't
look
back
The beguiling lullaby of
a friday night
in motion
falters
with a stammer
rattling through
patterns of polished steel and
passes underground
subdued
within a
rumbling relic
of revolution
won by industry
dark
dripping and
stuffed with echo's
terminating
sleep.
I
straighten out,
slumbering Bigmouth
still mumbling declarations
thankfully now
to phantoms
in dreams,
shuffle past
stretching legs
back into recognisable
shape
rocking toward
a corridor
flooded with cold
noise pouring through
the open windows.
Tunnel walls swing
close and away again
inches from
my reach
caked with soot
and filthy
from the passing
years.
If I
bellow through this window
at that wall
my voice will
become another echo
in its history
If I
bellow through this window
at that wall
my voice will become
part of the
thumping heartbeat
keeping this train
of bedrooms
alive.
Late
last night
around ten minutes to
Staffordshire
Bigmouth
declared his love
for travel is borne
of desire
for new places
new people.
I explained that I
travel to leave
both behind.
'Even me ?' he
joked
'Even you' I
replied.
'You find pleasure in
arrival and
I in departure
don't
take it to heart'
but he
already had.
Swallowed and
regurgitated
pink dawn
summer morning serenity
we are tearing a scar in
the silence at
one hundred and ten
miles an hour
toxic perfume stains
my lungs
tears slide sideways
on my face
when it rains I will wear
dents in my skin
until monday
I am
fifteen years old
at this speed
I can
barely breathe
but freedom flies
me
like a bird
my bible is
a timetable
and the
next train to depart
is the only
answer
I
look for.
don't
look
back
The beguiling lullaby of
a friday night
in motion
falters
with a stammer
rattling through
patterns of polished steel and
passes underground
subdued
within a
rumbling relic
of revolution
won by industry
dark
dripping and
stuffed with echo's
terminating
sleep.
I
straighten out,
slumbering Bigmouth
still mumbling declarations
thankfully now
to phantoms
in dreams,
shuffle past
stretching legs
back into recognisable
shape
rocking toward
a corridor
flooded with cold
noise pouring through
the open windows.
Tunnel walls swing
close and away again
inches from
my reach
caked with soot
and filthy
from the passing
years.
If I
bellow through this window
at that wall
my voice will
become another echo
in its history
If I
bellow through this window
at that wall
my voice will become
part of the
thumping heartbeat
keeping this train
of bedrooms
alive.
Late
last night
around ten minutes to
Staffordshire
Bigmouth
declared his love
for travel is borne
of desire
for new places
new people.
I explained that I
travel to leave
both behind.
'Even me ?' he
joked
'Even you' I
replied.
'You find pleasure in
arrival and
I in departure
don't
take it to heart'
but he
already had.
Swallowed and
regurgitated
pink dawn
summer morning serenity
we are tearing a scar in
the silence at
one hundred and ten
miles an hour
toxic perfume stains
my lungs
tears slide sideways
on my face
when it rains I will wear
dents in my skin
until monday
I am
fifteen years old
at this speed
I can
barely breathe
but freedom flies
me
like a bird
my bible is
a timetable
and the
next train to depart
is the only
answer
I
look for.
Childhood ramble
Happy days :o)
Happy days :o)
He
had
worked
hard
for
most
of
his
lifetime
at
being
the
odd
one
out
or
at
the
very
least
at
appearing
different
to
other
people
he
considered
with
disdain
to
be
normal
and
now
after
finally
mastering
the
look
other
'different'
people
wore
he
had
an
uneasy
feeling
that
he
had
simply
exchanged
one
uniform
for
another
and
doing
so
hadn't
required
a
presence
of
oddness
in
any
way
at
all.
had
worked
hard
for
most
of
his
lifetime
at
being
the
odd
one
out
or
at
the
very
least
at
appearing
different
to
other
people
he
considered
with
disdain
to
be
normal
and
now
after
finally
mastering
the
look
other
'different'
people
wore
he
had
an
uneasy
feeling
that
he
had
simply
exchanged
one
uniform
for
another
and
doing
so
hadn't
required
a
presence
of
oddness
in
any
way
at
all.
Sixty thousand party faithful,
Stuttgart nineteen thirty eight,
watch eleven of their brethren
standard bearers of the state,
watch eleven right arms raised,
cheer the uniform salute,
love the fifty five fingers
bayonet straight and resolute.
Sixty thousand eager fascists
set to take the world by storm
watch eleven men from Aston
with instruction to conform,
greet eleven right arms raised
with a base triumphal roar
but of the expected fingers
thirty three less than before..
Stuttgart nineteen thirty eight,
watch eleven of their brethren
standard bearers of the state,
watch eleven right arms raised,
cheer the uniform salute,
love the fifty five fingers
bayonet straight and resolute.
Sixty thousand eager fascists
set to take the world by storm
watch eleven men from Aston
with instruction to conform,
greet eleven right arms raised
with a base triumphal roar
but of the expected fingers
thirty three less than before..
On May14th1938 England played Germany at football in the Olympic Stadium in Berlin, on the advice of the foreign office the England team performed a Nazi salute prior to kick off and the crowd of 110,000 roared their approval. The next day Aston Villa FC having been invited to take part in a short tour of Germany that summer played a select German and Austrian XI in the same stadium. They refused to give the salute and were booed from the pitch amidst crowd disturbances having won the game 3-2. The following game, also against a German and Austrian select XI was held in front of a sell out crowd of 60,000 in Stuttgart. Following strong representations from the German government the British Foreign Office insisted that this time the Villa players must pay tribute to their hosts in the form of a fascist salute. The players relented but as Villa inside-forward Eric Houghton recalled they would be doing it their own way. ''Both teams did the Nazis salute, after a fashion. We went to the centre of the field and gave them all the two fingered salute, and they cheered like mad.... they didn't know what it meant''.
A small moment in history, little known outside of Birmingham. Small moments like this make me smile and bring me hope. :o)
Something made me smile
as I passed the place today
where the beech nuts used to pile
and the squirrels used to play
and the workman with the frown
that is sawn into his face
came to take the old tree down
and leave a raw and empty place.
'Let her be a wooden tombstone,
she was getting out of hand'
declared a rubber stamped official
but he didn't understand
that all her strength was in her roots
and her roots were all still there
and today I smiled and watched
her raise two fingers in the air.
AKA Tree tells mankind to f**k off.
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