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Down to the dusty city,

Rain soaked and crytal speckled,

The bones ache and the nose feels full

Saliva and fretful soaking,

Joking and playing and portraying evil headmasters,

And bringing along plasters,

To the May Bank Holiday lectures.

Contrary to opulant opinion

Nobody listens, or learns

In Oxford.

Thank You Lord

I took a bit of time to appreciate the beauty and sponaenity of God's creation yesterday as one of my favourite birds came right into my world early in the morning whilst getting in to work. It was a Jay, part of the crow family, but far from monochrome. They have the most interesting plumage, almost ashen grey and blues on top of smokey orange. Just a joy to watch. And there they were suddenly, two of them, one perched perched right on the wall, almost watching me rather than me, it. 

The two Jays revealed to me that wonder is right around the corner, and in the most unexpected of settings. There I was, admiring creation, standing looking up at a tree, watching these beautiful creatures. Reality slunk its weary head in fast, however, and I was reminded where I was and where I needed to be, but not before that same reality had given me a free and wonderful treat.

Even though we must live out our lives from day to day, we need to remember that God has a plan, and a purpose that can take us past seriously wonderful experiences and opportunities. It's our job to stop and appreciate those moments, which means we have to be looking out for them, even when we get used to things being pretty stable and seemingly uninteresting. 

Interest-able (kitchen sink)

Constable wrote of what he felt,

Do it all again and onagain.

Turntables and rusty old cables at the heart of the

Haywain.

Every grain of sand experienced as a grain of gas,

A fixture of dust before the Big Bang,

Stand on a shoulder of lemon giants and grass root

Badgers.

Cold irons bound in trouble, caught hand in hand,

Along side the Salisbury Plain, with a rainbow,

Come sundown, the rainbow is still sitting,

Underneath the spire,

There's ice creams for hire,

Over the miked up gem of disgrace and upgrades,

Speciality over and under, come rain, come shine,

I feel fine, do it all again and then some.

Grass garbage and a garage chimpanzee,

Itching for space amongst the car parts and forest grumps.

Novel Idea

A novel idea this way comes,

Breathing and cracking like an egg in a bowl.

Weaving and jumping up and down it survives,

In old and new ways coming up in a haze.

Cheeky and false, breaking its fall,

In stories are told,

In the folds of a paperback,

Lathered in fortune and singing,

Papers and writing sheets,

Mistakes and misprints,

Cautioned and concrete,

Brinked and barnacled

Tempered and placed in

That special spot.

Copper Kettle

Hey pretty copper kettle,

There's something wrong with you.

You've got a steaming headache,

You just have to move away from that 

Burning hob.

The heat is sensational,

There's red hot vapour in the middle,

You can't get through and the only

Way out is to cool right down.

Hey conventional copper kettle,

You're tarnished and green.

You belong to some forgotten age,

To some Bronze Age studio,

Raking and stoning the cold hard floor,

Of the kiln.

The Long and Winding Road

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pt7mt96oqM&feature=youtube_gdata_player

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Dear Bible,
Its the Kings 2,
At the moment, revealing
Secrets and miracles,
From Elijah and Elisha
The transcribed prophets
Called to us through the thin pages
From the land of The Lord.
Wars stretch across that land
Like of lately,
Displaying that things never change
Except we need God more than ever.

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Oh gosh there's nothing at all.
It's pretty ridiculous really.
Getting trains and time machines,
Killing spleens and splendid beans.
You're keen around the may pole.
Looks worse if you carry on,
Keep on the radio silence.
Steaming ship breaking badge,
Folding out and on to narked off shapes
Bags of battery boasts,
Walking on stilts and splitting atoms
Shower.

You've Got the Best of Me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gj-uNxAHPk0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Make this have 400 views,  thanks!

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There's so many people behind me,
Watching my every move.
Watching what I watch,
A superstition or pure hatred?
Or neither.
I'm a castaway on this island,
From here only an hour glass
Gives any sense of time,
To the failing youth,
That seem to outrun the
Haggles and the madness.

And all the smoking,
Every single day, never failing,
They are seen outside,
Stuffing smoke deep into their membranes -
And they stand thinking, how
Incredibly intellectual of me
to stand with a rod of tar
Stuck in ones mouth.

it gives off no hint of good impression,
I can see the very trees,
Being choked,
And they usually welcome the evil gasses.

Give Me a Guitar

Give me a guitar and a microphone,
Any day.
None of this electronica for no reason.
Just some excuse, some trance to oblivion.
There's no soul, that's taken for granted.
Even the guitarists need to be nasty,
To make good music,
Doesn't make sense, why not get into the studio,
Try and make something emphatic,
Something honest, not crass.
It's got to pass its litmus paper test,
Every Morrisey strewn suburb turn of the screw,
Liar antics, scrum high voice voucher
Mumbling following the sons down their hopeless road.

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Defender crusty alantic
Stop to send music
Attack the basins frosted glass
Day allows guitars and country cupboard.
Biggest contract contraction in the country,
Someone slipped in something,
Play guitar like ringing the bell
Never without 1
He always had a guitar on
Main focus making music.
Drop of a hat, blind as a bat.
Like a joke the 1 stop
And a drug that won't stop.

Word Speak #18

Open those boxes,
I know what you'll find.
I know the future,  it's twisted inside.
Speak to me slowly, speak to me quick,
The future is mixed, and the fortune skin deep.
Quiet as sunbeam, small as a mouse,
Its clear as the box opens,
Nobody knows what or why or where any number grows.

Metaphorically Speaking

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0CLvzH-6mQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Stop Myself From Falling

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOlMzgXIZhI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Some Singers

Some singers, you just don't know why
Some of em actually get by.
Must be who they know, the style that grows,
With the contacts they make,
And how they powder their nose.
When and oh why must we be subject to this,
Nieve sound of opera that sounds the same, hit or miss.
They may lose their integrity,  lose their desire,
But they have the money to burn in a fire.

Wordspeak #0001

In the little land of destiny,
A vault of sadness dare I say
Stands as masquerade of misery.
All but nothing stands between
Chocolate built houses and candy cane trees.
Its a make believe sundae of bounty full treasure
Still lost but added to oceans and first fruits,
Can go unnoticed, tinged with passion dodger cold
And amazon future banana boats.

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Sickly sweet, you want to just leave,

Run away from the wires and the needles.

However, you feel compelled to look,

Compelled to see the work and wonder,

Because of the huge investment,

Being worked on.

You'll stay because of the love you feel,

And the view is so green and pleasant,

You forget, in time and just see the amazing

Being that was made, and known before 

The world began.

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The plastic bottle on the sideboard,

Electric TV arm up above,

Medicine in the corner, in green, neutral.

Someone, mother, asleep on the bed,

Baby in cot by the window,

Sun on face, blue sky screening in,

A little whimper, then an echo from beyond the door,

A portend of the future.

Stupid radio DJ playing boring songs,

Cards on the wardrobe,

Socks getting warmer,

When baby sleeps mother sleeps too.

WordSpeak #06

So innocent, so joyous,

A midnight feast of curious infinity.

Slowly regenerating, fast moving, mad,

The bright blue sky and the ever changing scenes,

The jewel is ever present, a sleepy head mountain,

Blossoms in Autumn when it shouldn't wander.

Can't keep in the excited smiles,

The wandering eyes,

The ready laugh,

Creates so much life and light.

Light blue and light yellow,

Reflects the suns heavy presence.

The sunshine of my life will float on,

In spirit and in truth.