RAVEN-HEART

A poem for the king of rock and roll he was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of that but also to …

When children acquire their first language they sing like a fledgling on the first day of spring with that easy natural swing which to them is a brand new play thing without any restraining ring , their simple melodic …

A poem about emperors pope's and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery even as children they  had whipping boys  to take away their punishment and guilt, sacred scapegoats for them to stripe and …

Growing up in a witches coven with all them casting spells over everything and everyone. I couldn't understand the stars then or now  , they  were …

When you turn on a virtual assistant Alexa , Siri or Cortana , for the first time even as an adult but especially as a child it feels like You've …

A deadly sin this jade eyed Jekyll our secret  schadenfreude that hides within waiting to hatch out into its true reptilian skin .

A musing about the private member's bills passed with British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like a serious aural atrocity but it's usually diatribed by someone that's spieling through their own suppository .

The four elements of life, if we do not lean to respect them as ancient cultures did them they will cease to respect us.

The Doom in the room is an artist's quip for a muse what they don't realise is that there ego's are so burdensome to others and probably havt to be in order for them to achieve .
Whilst living with an artist as their …

Blue September skies signals the end of Summer's lease the autumn equinox in one day changes everything tilting time and tugging tide , it's as though our season of life has suddenly just died .

When you get to fifty something plus tax seemingly a sexy silver fox sporting those ashtray coloured locks you may want to forget about the fifty …

A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday poem and caused me a writer's block which …

A sketch about Thornton Harding the Junior's obsession with exotic pets , from a kangaroo netball team to a badger for the bedroom and an otter for the bathroom the aristocracy are mad one also had a giraffe dray and …

A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old Badgers contracted some terrible infection that almost …

A poem about a cherub child called Lily who arrived so devine and right on time to save us from our self destruction just as if Gabriel that had gifted to us his Lily shaped horn .

A poem I wrote about the sixty three year love affair between a member of the royal family and one her dutiful long standing servants known as G M …

A spanish African artist who's temperament could turn from a soft mistral breeze that gently caresses to violent blood raining Scirocco that tears …

Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially after they'd been such a lady killer and then became very much a maneater still what seemed a big squeal back then is now an …

A musing about an old friend who has now divorced and gone back onto the Mating sites looking for lust not realising that his old sex pistol has long …

Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal reality as an inconvenient triviality rules to them don't exist  and the rest of mortality …

A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back onto its wild side .

A musing about giving your offspring a strong polysyllabic sounding name something that will inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame.

A poem I wrote for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford motor car needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep …

A poem written for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford he needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him …

Humorous little sketch I wrote for Jeanine who was going to see strictly come dancing live in Leeds I wrote the sketch after listening to two old men …

The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it …

Treachery and treason never go out of season the gunpowder plot was the spy master's crowning piece of glory he'd managed to use the plot to catapult …

I was quite horrified to read that the human is responsible for the slaughter of three billion aninmals each day , i wrote the poem in a pompous manner after listening to a hunter talking about his blood sports, he …

The Queen of green has the monumental task of convincing the oligarchy to give up there Lear jets and super yachts, this mission of attrition to …

A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat due to been neutered, he's put on a lot of weight I've narrated it in a yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate .

Looking at my Godson Watching the Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood and when I saw a pathetic beast a lion that was used as a pet in a scrap yard chained, toothless, clawless and castrated, it died of pneumonia …

With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of equality knocking heavily upon the British empire door , legions of …

God Google. A short poem I wrote about the neo omnipresent computer algorithm that seems almost all controlling and God like in its invisible …

A poem I wrote for a woman who lost the love of her life only to marry someone who couldn't replace or replicate her first love so ending up living …

The building blocks of life are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been …

To own a car in the swinging sixties was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie stars . Members of my family and …

A poem for a dear friend of mine who's charismatic appeal with women is so legendary that it led to him receiving a pseudonym of The Valley Drive Lady Killer even whilst laid on the surgeons slab awaiting a serious …

A musing about a greasy spoon girl Nigella from the Favela , If cook's could kill then this greasa girl is definitely licensed to grill !! she's …

A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even …

A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers pass through …

A poem written about a mafia boss who was born in Le panier Marseille the last bastion of Beelzebub , he then rose to become France's ultimate crime …

The Westminster war of brexit has split a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew .

An English king's breakfast could  consist  of swine flesh, embryos , fungi ,congealed blood , kippers, herring's, pike , roach various birds …

A musing about giving your offspring a strong sounding name something that will inspire an aspire them towards fortune and fame .

Today the cardinal sin that we call greed was ultimately born out of the necessity for us to gorge and feed whilst trying to out run a savage …

The femme fatale overrides all of our rationale her swan song is the sound we hear as our love boat runs aground, the final pheromone is a scent of …

Ruby's a teenage dream queen that's been hand made in heaven to a cat walking cool talking size number seven , she glares an glints guilty as a …

A poem about a miserable neighbour called stan who once had everything a palace and a kingdom but then unfortunately he lost everything and was …

The sloth is portrayed as the epitome of laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be a perfect green dream a hairy little leaf eating …

The last update of a human brain was in the mid to late stone age hence why we still carry the trait of wrath some believe it's one of the seven deadly sins whilst others say it be just a left over instinct from the …

A short sketch I wrote about a Christmas bash with the Old deaf relatives cooking programmes and war movies on alternative TV stations with their daughter trying to talk a little sense in between both of them .

Buying power tools at the hardware store? well you truly may as well  arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another do it yourself …

The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our …

In the swinging sixties a sexpionage spy scandal took place called the Profumo Affaire unfortunately two of its players were amateurs and didn't know …

When you're a teenager there's always one out of your crew who takes too much powder and drinks far too much brew we use to call him the Glastonbury gladiator , funny but with them having so much testosterone and …

A short poem about lust that seemingly deadly sin that if the devil be shamed and the truth told is an instinctive desire that we all carry within .

A musing about road rage and how it affects all of us ,  simmer the sapien inside a tin can especially in a stop start traffic jam and it quickly reverts back to primitive man and that includes pacifists and your little …

A poem written for a crazy young woman who I fell hopelessly in love with during the summer of 1992 whilst working in the South of France aboard yachts in the port of Antibes . Together we stayed in a huge stone pile …

The crisis of covid-19 has caused our fast spinning world to slow to a seizing after trillions of dollars of quantitative easing it still feels like …

Looking at some tramps in cider park I felt sorry for the poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and they shivered in the cold , the …

Every experience through the innocent eyes of a child can be quite terrifying now as an adult even death is placed into a casual calm context your …

Walking into a very expensive veggie vegan boutique i listened to the sermon of a spiritual salesman it felt as if you we're about to sign papers of …

The human hunter gatherer brain is so very hard to truth train but maybe not if you start using the new silicon scopolamine dream and drip feed it …

A preacher man told to me that all of us come pre packaged with the seven shades of sin which are basically our primitive seven instincts of survival …

A musing about Lord Kitchener who's Sabre rattling speeches come sermons raised rampant applause back in Whitehall and Westminster whilst …

The high functioning alcoholic starts his day with a liberal libation of liquid sin, beneath their Celtic cream coloured skin once beat the heart of …

After the third slave uprising of Rome a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield another six thousand slaves were crucified along the appian way and left to rot as carrion crow fodder also they were a lesson …

The macabre story about a great grandmother who's ashes were made into a bone china plate by her broken hearted lover the practice of using powdered human bone in pottery still continues to this day with artists such as …

Every night I ask the women at my local shop what has been happening I usually get same boring response from a middle class mind full of meandering …

A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back to its wild side.

The Oxfam shop or "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find ourselves sifting through …

The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if you slip …

A poem I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender …

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a scrap yard come jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn torn fragile and …

The only true miracle that we mortal beings are likely to see comes in the form of our genetic immortality that gene transfer continuum better known …

Our green  karma Queen casts her svelt shadows over the obstinate boulder brained beast lighting her alternative pathway towards a spiritual sentient …

It's about time the human realised that a tree is flesh and blood not just timber or a price of wood , these beautiful living entities give us …

A poem about men and their midwife crisis as a matter course men feel the need to try out a new horse so they get a divorce and set off in search of adventure usually riding a Harley-Davidson towards the sun and what …

Carrying a vicarious redemption on behalf of someone else is a burdensome weight the preachers daughter still carries hers each moment of every day a …

Listening to these waffling old windbags wheezing about saving our world they quaff down wine squandering ten pounds a glass and then dare to set the …

Upon seeing a cold cadaver staring back people begin to timidly tread in fear of the dead circling round as though it be some spectral apparition of …

A birthday poem for NENO it's called Black Rod because for the first time in Britain's 1000 year parliament's history the position is now held by a women this spiritual and temporal appointment of power is long overdue …

These old sentinels  guard over us in our early years stolid as  grandfather clocks their old hearts pendulum the rhythm of life into our ears a …

The loss of a lion's mane is similar to that of a man's hair as it recedes they both become a little timid and tame loosing pride and prowess both these mammals are now out of the mating game .

This is a poem i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's …

The birds and bees are leaving the flowers and trees to join us for the fast food tease lapping up our left overs they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after eating our fast food sleaze.

A whale song dream turns out to be the squealing brake drums of a distant dust truck it's sound being distorted by the wind gusting through ginnel and garret thrown bin lids cymbal into that sensitivity sobriety …

Her mother is always in a constant Spring clean dusting and polishing until everything in the house begins to gleam, then again she could be addicted …

A musing about our Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk to the subway or through a nearby subatomic Stargate .

Setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like it is today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd phone box for …

This is a poem about the complacency of people and their attitudes towards the temperature rise of two degrees you'd think that the powers that be were waffling about a couple of cream teas or the price of peas, some …

A musing about Lord Kitchener who's Sabre rattling speeches come sermons raised rapturous applause back in Whitehall and Westminster whilst …

A short sketch about a friend who was constantly in and out of dry out clinics and the Shrink clink where he would telephone us to explain what his …

A short poem about how AI artificial intelligence is now learning from other Ai algorithms using the deep learning techniques then competing against each other in the AGi' tournament what with all the different i's …

A living monument of mystery Robin Hoods oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history , a thousand years of silent still sophistry , …

The British boarding schools were without doubt what built the British Empire, anyone subjected to this kind of brutal cruelty or treatment could …

Another crazy  sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who's mad about his pets , he calls them by the strangest names, such as his dog , Greyfriars Warton Benson who i might add is allowed to …

What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class its now adorning faces and physique of aristocrat royalty and even the supermodel chic .

Emblazoned bright upon his breast he carries that noble heraldic crest , tis the colour of blood and fire be it a blessed response to his lovers …

a musing about an artist girlfriend and her crazy cultural crew, their works of art or gestation periods of genius seem to take as long as those of a …

Similar to an Eskimo fishing through a hole in the ice one could easily imagine a soul catcher waiting patiently at the edge of a black hole in order …

A musing about two relative's who should never have entered into a doomed relationship due to their persuasions and personalities being planets apart …

A poem about an angry old man who was released from his angst after he being given a course of oestrogen hormone therapy to combat prostate cancer …

It's very difficult to understand the parable of the prodigal son but remember what you're dealing with is someone just above a bowery bum who will …

A musing about an artist girlfriend from Barcelona Spain , I couldn't understand what she ment by being a spiritual suffragette , sacrificing love …

Every day the paparazzi serve us our blood and gore all freshly sacrificed red and raw no good being a herb eating herbivore what you've really got to be is a cover story carnivore with the stomach of a blood thirsty …

A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight becoming ever so serious and slim I've taken his place by …

Today there are approximately forty million slaves ten million of which are sex slaves, as like before these poor poverty stricken women are used as …

A poem written for two old Bohemians who through reckless behaviour in younger year did so destroy the fragile entity of love and are now left with …

For someone who's fifty something plus tax and sexually straight it's quite hard to understand all the new sexual genderisations that are now taking …

A poem I wrote for a terribly crippled girl called Daniella she lived in agony all her life but there wasn't a day I didn't see her gorgeous smile or …

A short song about Buying power tools at the DIY hardware store
You may as well  arm yourself with a weapon of war
casualties around the world run …

The reason the train left at a minute past midnight is because in Sheffield that time all the steel factories blew their whistles for the shift change and the train guards had to wait one minute for them to cease before …

A poem for super tramp who had a very good cure for halitosis panting out perfume after drinking your bathroom cabinet dry.

Sooner than later we as a species will have to address our crazy situation of over population , due to land perishing and pollution in the final …

A poem come prayer for a baby who died at birth and never got a chance of life ,  if ever you've been close to someone who's lost a new born then you …

When you get to fifty something plus tax and you're sporting those ashtray locks of the sexy silver fox you may be better forgetting the fifty shades …

Mustang men in middle aged look like mirages of their former selves , once they were war-faced warriors now they're warfarin worries , they use to be part of the night fever disco scene today they're scared of cottage …

A poem for Katy on reception who drives ever man crazy by giving them a glimpse of the promised land only then to watch gleefully as they walk …

A poem about the rain cycle's continual celestial cleansing this perpetual purification of precipitation shows no discrimination of skin treating us all to the same asperging sanctification from sin .

This is a poem I wrote for an innocent looking girl called Alice who when tempered up turns into a hell's angel of malice she resembles a fairytale …

A poem about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it be to …

Poem written about a various selection of Saipan's on a station such a cosmopolitan crew made from DNA glue.

A musing about the Boer war ,whilst tens of thousands were dying of disease and starvation because of lord kitchener's scorched earth policy he was …

Old Colonials talk of empire its quite shocking how they used to think of human beings as nothing more than chattels not just the natives but also …

A short poem written about the money monsters in the city of London thay feed the needy to the greedy down on London's squire mile all the while with their wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile called Mr …

Prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the world which was here before the four angels of Samuel it's about time the government took …

Two haiku poems , TEAR DROP shows how a Tsunami can start from the slightest ripple. REVOLTING, a poem on how if you distact someone with something …

William marwood's long drop solution, brought about a revolution in the British Empires approach for delivering and dispatching a more humane method …

A poem i wrote for the fire and brimstone preacher who baptised me in an ice water stone trough a wild religious Celt with raven hair alabaster skin and husky dog blue eyes a true blood line of the ancient Bretagne .

A musing about a talkative taxi driver who would insist on talking about his part time profession as a slaughter men come taxi-dermist my frightfully …

A person who is cast in abject austerity remains of the same mind set forever even though they may have risen to a position of privileged prosperity .

Le poeme en francais the language of love. Forgive my French it's been twenty-five years since I was there. A poem about love and women should always …

A short poem for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are lollipops from the ice box.

The ghost in our mortal machine is like a spiritual symbiotic twin a collaborative companion that shares our secular sin so silently and secretively …

She read mien kampt and the marquis de sade a sexual psychopath who fell asleep leather clad, A blood letting Banshee of tormenting torture That gave no clemency an no quarter , She had an iQ of above one hundred and …

Paint me warts and all said Olivier Cromwell who had the skin of an old toad after his death he was hung at Tyburn then decapitated his head was put …

Medieval doctors use to dress as huge birds with long beak's and feathered cloaks believing that the soul was delivered and despatched by the avian …

If ever you should take a drink with a witch make sure you leave the very same night before the break of day or the dawn of light by which time you …

In the 1980s Yorkshire towns were all male prowess, which usually ment attempting a liquid suicide of drink each night to show your tribe what a man you  were It ended with some terrible casualties, the Yorkshire accent …

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone …

We lived our lives like nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by drink our cranial crashes and darkness of depression were common place the only way to fight against them was with serotonin smarties and a daily dose of humour .

A poem for big Manchester Pete the hardest looking man you'd ever meet, a face made for a trick or treat but inside his heart was softer than a boiled swede of sugar beet .

Hidden in her silver box were those secret letters of love from a dead lover who in a moment of war when passion was the fashion and she fed hers red and raw to his hungry dog of amour .

We used to be such bonhomie brothers in revelry now like ghosts of the good Life we haunt past each other in the street averting a guilty gaze towards one anothers feet , the spirits and spectres have long since been …

The Harrogate Belles Angels were a group of girls who rode motorbikes wore leather , took drugs and slaked drink but most of all they were stunningly …

Thinking back to my parents fate it's hard to see how they once did romantically pass through the eden gate into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate …

Thinking back to my parents fate it's hard to see how they once did romantically pass through the eden gate
into the land of milk and money where they fell hopelessly in love and felt the urge to passionately procreate …

Our fixation with fear is definitely here we're living like mendicant monk our decadent cafe latte lifestyles are all defunct , this virus hangs about us like the prophecy of Macbeth a new strain of black death this …

The fear is now definitely here , our café laite life styles are over and we are living in isolation cells similar to the Trappist monk our beautiful …

Every day the paparazzi serve us our sadistic sacrifice all flesh red and raw, no good being a herbivore if you read the daily tabloid's blood and gore , You've really got to be a proper cover story carnivore with the …

Is vanity a sin or just the selfish substance we need in order to win ?.

A short minute musing about infecting your friends computer's with a virus and how they treat it as though you've infected them with a sexually transmitted STD .

A poem written about the suicidal tendencies of snails thay started out as jellyfish swimming free in wide open sea so I can now understand why bonded onto terrafirma they may suffer from depression or suicidal …

All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin , profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you today the road to perdition is going to be littered with alot of Gods righteous as well as …

A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona ricochete around us like a midnight thunder , on first meeting she would …

Being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous and as a skipper come captain it is so easy to be wined and dined each evening by billionaires with the finest foods and drink the only drawback is that you …

A poem for NENO who used to be a traveller with wings upon her feet up untill Gabriel gifting her a daughter with the same name as his immortal horn …

A cynical love song . My Family members were 1920s dyed-in-the-wool Yorkshiremen who believed that love be measured in pounds Shillings and pence and …

As you get older looking for love is similar to rummaging through a scrap yard come jumble sale you sift an shake through the worn torn fragile and …

Covid 19 as seen through the eyes of a squirrel watching them  fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down they appear so confident and carefree without us I think possibly the only thing they've missed …

A little tune i wrote for James who's very devout in his religion each Sunday we usually have a long discussion with him trying to convert me to his Christianity and me remaining with my humble hallowed humanity both of …

A short story about crazy maniacs who shared space and spilt blood with me , you should never really put three bisexuals and an asexual under one …

Krystyana Skarbek was a polish beauty queen a countess and the longest serving spy in Churchill's SOE , with a life expectancy of six weeks she …

This is a song i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's …

My words may seem callous and cruel that's because they are taken from the comments emitted by the café clientele who share space with these poor disabled individuals By the grace of good fortune there walk we .

A song I wrote for Nina in lock down with covid and the kids a little soft swing Whilst you do your thing hell what else do you do whilst in Morrisons café.

A song about setting off on a world tour in the late seventies was nothing like it is today there were no mobile phones or multimedia just the odd …

A song about emperors and kings who believe themselves to be the devine demagoguery If a devine deity did arrive on planet earth these mobsters and …

A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even …

The Westminster war of brexit has spilt a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew .

A musing for Lily's tenth birthday with leather jacket to match my own design of cause - mother not too keen I have a sneeking suspicion she'd like one too . By ten years of age kids of today are silicone valley sage a …

The Oxfam shop or as we call it "The dead man's drop" is an essential part of our high street culture we all of us at some stage find ourselves …

What was once a stamp for the tramp or cut of a criminal class is now adorning the faces and physique of aristocrat, royalty and supermodel chic .

A slow smoochy song for Nina ,I thought I'd possibly compare thee to a woodland tree x

Our fixation with fear is definitely here we're living like mendicant monk our decadent cafe latte lifestyles are all defunct , this virus hangs about us like the prophecy of Macbeth a new strain of black death this …

The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our …

The green eyed monster of sin that secret schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within usually it's only seen in children as their rival for survival and parental attention the lowly leftover instinct of our …

Back in the sixties heavy industry was extremely hard work the way the men eased their brutal burden was with non-stop humourous quirk today its seen as a social deride that one must hastily hide .humour has become a …

A poem I wrote for the everso beautiful Lindsay who is leaving after 11 years she brought her LGBT spirit and colour into our drab fifty souls of …

Steve McQueen once said he came from the gutter and that he'd not done bad for an orphan boy . Every year he used to go back to the borstal where the bungalow boys beat him back into line he became head boy there then …

A short song I wrote about owning a car in the swinging sixties which was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich make believe millionaires the fake faux movie …

A little ditty I wrote for lillian's birthday who was born on the first of may now aged nine .all rights reserved

Unfortunately this was based on real life events within hours of a small miss demeanor involving a flood the Chinese whispers got to work and in the …

A short humorous story I wrote about a man who was carrying a vicarious redemption on behalf of something else a burdensome task which was only …

Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slowly begin …

A song I wrote about the king of rock and roll it's done in the fifties crooning style . He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack …

A short ditty written for the god children who now speak in fluent geek and worship God Google , They say that the earth will belong to the meek I think they might mean the "GEEK

Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the cop out climate meetings in their lear jets and show not the slightest …

A short ditty written for the god Google children who now speak in fluent geek , They say that the earth shell will belong to the meek I think they might mean the. "GEEK "

A short song I wrote whilst trapped in rush hour on the M25 you may hear a few cars zooming past forgive the quality , its certainly a highway to hell and your brain boils in its crab faced shell; at night it turns into …

Our green  karma Queen casts her svelt shadow over we obstinate boulder brained beasts lighting an alternative pathway towards her spiritual sentient …

I was having breakfast from a cheap cafe overlooking a piece of small purgatory where a young woman was living on the street under an umbrella in the shop doorway when suddenly she awoke relieved herself on a blue …

A song I wrote today after seeing an old Keltic companion I haven't seen for a decade a true blue eyed raven headed Bretagne .
The Romans drove them …

A short story based upon real life events of my childhood at the time they felt terrifying but now looking back they are the source of amusement for writing. Blue bloods are quite simply mad !! , they treat normal …

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