in cultures log
in death we learn
mirrors and ghosts,
and more besides.
The Russian way to it,
Irish custom elegance, through
in the Sally Army, too
the more besides,
in wishes and strides,
of the way we decide.
Tuesday, 31 May 2016
Monday, 30 May 2016
.... In the mists of time ....
car to rail to car ... back to rail
and just maybe back to car ... I like this different freedom ... no maintenance... when we had to change coach ... I have done so once so far ... on this new journey .... I could just carry on with what I was doing from walking from one seat to another in Plymouth ...
It was even more ancient ... than the bone shakers buses back in 2014 ... in Cornwall ...
I love this country ... For all of its innovation and boastfulness; when you get further away from the capital city ... it is so ancient and nostalgic ...
The many conversations with the newest Northerner member in our family ... forgetting sometimes ... I too once lived away from this area ...
Sunday, 29 May 2016
Not the perfect ....
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... what we do not like ... others do and vice versa ... We see what we wanna see ... the focus today was to take notice of the life around ... Whilst immersed in a life past ... And to rethink a strategy ... the conflicts of time lost ... to no more time lost ...
Friday, 27 May 2016
... That Never Was ...
... i am living now ...
The gifts I am enjoying
the ps, I love you
The ones for me
The ones that never got to the intended
The outings now for one
the sitting in restaurants of many now
the journeys taken near and far
And to come ... Trips into the city ... to the west end ... A trip overnight for one ...
To explore and get over the barriers of feelings this imposes; from time in adverse conditions
Sunday, 22 May 2016
the music is pumping
tonite
remembering the dark night whispers
and I am having a sweaty workout
This is the life of clearing a home of extremes... of repeats and layers in forgotten muddles
One can still have a good time .... with innuendos
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The word for this month on a personal thought note ...
In my own mind ...
... Nuance ...
One Christmas Eve
The docks in Liverpool
Visited the maritime museum here ...
bringing back memories of submarines ... glass bottom boats ... a meal on a canal barge
Saturday, 21 May 2016
Tough on the four
I've been here before
Better than three
to be free
In these dreams
Before six
Is a bit of a fix
Friday, 20 May 2016
The hopes for a sunshine glow
in a return to Kernow
the skin each year slow
to return to its bronze show
after months as white as snow
in the dark from shade of the sun's blaze
from times in a different haze
the skin each year slow
to return to its bronze show
after months as white as snow
in the dark from shade of the sun's blaze
from times in a different haze
a ly in an empty tub
in a changing hub
a time in quality and shine
for me and thine
A mind in many places
in the abodes deep places
the home run in the race
at a steady pace
all tied up in laces
to keep faith in thy self
when I flail in the trail
of time in flecks of traces a whisp
the shadowy ghost to turn a twist
a time in quality and shine
for me and thine
A mind in many places
in the abodes deep places
the home run in the race
at a steady pace
all tied up in laces
to keep faith in thy self
when I flail in the trail
of time in flecks of traces a whisp
the shadowy ghost to turn a twist
One year on
four years ago
one December day
who'd thought
where others ought
others came this way
who'd I never have met
experiences in a May
this is life now for one
with a mission set and done
one December day
who'd thought
where others ought
others came this way
who'd I never have met
experiences in a May
this is life now for one
with a mission set and done
Thursday, 19 May 2016
What to go, What to stay
this is the one year way
of another debut day
the clearance of one life into t'other
this midnight day in swing and sway
of the yucky kind, not the dirty mind,
a night of passion, in a different fashion
of another debut day
the clearance of one life into t'other
this midnight day in swing and sway
of the yucky kind, not the dirty mind,
a night of passion, in a different fashion
All scrubbed up
ready for operation emerge
this with me in a surge
overdue in such array
disharmony in disarray
time in a hurry nor scurry
slow in show with the flow
on the go in the glow
with the dust it blows
this with me in a surge
overdue in such array
disharmony in disarray
time in a hurry nor scurry
slow in show with the flow
on the go in the glow
with the dust it blows
And again she goes
stemming the tide of words that flow
racing before life in full finishes
as one ebbs to life diminished
the other to carry on words in the wind
the other no longer here to say
in ways fit, for one cannot sit
witness in life rags, where others drift
with life in tatters to now sift
to piece back like a sewn repair
the visible tear ne'er, the invisible stitch
not always seen with the naked eye
where alone now to jump hoops high
racing before life in full finishes
as one ebbs to life diminished
the other to carry on words in the wind
the other no longer here to say
in ways fit, for one cannot sit
witness in life rags, where others drift
with life in tatters to now sift
to piece back like a sewn repair
the visible tear ne'er, the invisible stitch
not always seen with the naked eye
where alone now to jump hoops high
One year on since a debut blog
in many moments of moods a log
thankful beyond world words
sometimes though not heard
to those in life special cares
and willing to go above to share
and always through the rips and tears
this way of life repairs
thankful beyond world words
sometimes though not heard
to those in life special cares
and willing to go above to share
and always through the rips and tears
this way of life repairs
From a room of life belongings
in the middle of a sea of rubble
to a room in a sea of bubbles
to feel more relaxed and longing
to get back to the room to resume
The life behind a log on a blog
Down from life in a bog
swamped in time forgot
this is my life in this slot
to a room in a sea of bubbles
to feel more relaxed and longing
to get back to the room to resume
The life behind a log on a blog
Down from life in a bog
swamped in time forgot
this is my life in this slot
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