Monthly Archives: November 2015

Notice!

If you like sliding down chimneys and you don’t mind being pulled by a Deer. I know of a job you can apply for that will be available soon this year. You must like spreading joy and laughter and you’ll … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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With Violence As Your God

To hallucinate from reality, not excepting the truth. To live a life of fantasy, in the mind of a youth. To hide your mind from darkness, seeing only what shines. Is to worship an evil God, who speaks from a … Continue reading

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Spread A Wing

If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth The lies that damn our sacred vows, Then burning death awaits its call On devil’s wings and those that crawl.   Death too sweet for an arrow strike. That taste … Continue reading

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The World Should Cry For France

The attack on Paris last night is an attack on the freedom that all of us in the western, civilised world currently enjoy, but what is a civilised answer to it and is there a single one? I would imagine … Continue reading

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All That Breathe

Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die. On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay That awaits … Continue reading

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Thoughts!

The motivation behind the total acceptance of reality as being the only physical concept is the denial of imagination. Danny Kemp November 2015.

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