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February 13, 2009

beyond civility

You can’t trust people.  They will only let you down.  The things you say are taken out of context and used against you.  They will cut you deep with your own words and stand and watch you bleed.  I will keep my words shallow with no depth and no meaning...

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February 10, 2009

can’t get enough sex

I am sitting in a greasy roadside diner.  The smell of cooked fat sits heavy in the air.  I know that when I leave here, the smell of grease will have crept into every fiber of my clothes.  People will think that I work in a kitchen. I try to...

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February 6, 2009

the ugly one

She was the ugly one.  The guys never wanted the ugly one. She sat and watched her beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed bombshell of a friend garner all the boys’ attention.  They had no idea what they were missing, leaving her to sit and stir her vodka lime and soda on her...

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February 4, 2009

where can i be now

views from my hotel: I some times I get disoriented from all the traveling up and down the country I do.  Especially when I work with multiple clients on projects that require different skill sets.  Because I submerge myself into my work roles completely, when I have a quiet moment...

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February 1, 2009

i guess i chose wisely

You Should Be A Poet You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery… Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You’re already naturally a poet, even if you’ve never written a poem. What Type of Writer Should You Be?

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January 31, 2009

19 and life to go

I am glad I did the things I did when I was young.  I lived hard and played hard as a soldier and a young man.  I see some of these young kids in the call centre and I think what a waste of youth.  I am working with a...

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January 26, 2009

the creep back

Life has been trying to creep back into my consciousness. Or least all those things that try to distract me and pass themselves off as life – like death and taxes. It seems that when I live in the now, all sorts of other things build up in the periphery...

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January 24, 2009

simple food for a simple man

I am back home after another week in Rayleigh. The hotel I stay in during the week only serves food that I have to ask someone what it is.  Yes, I could go out in town to get a bite, but my dinner allowance is mixed in with the hotel...

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January 18, 2009

cold coffee

she sits at the back of Starbucks and stares at the door, poised in anticipation of her prey she does not blink she does not drink her coffee goes cold she could be an exhibit in Madame Tussauds i want to touch her to see if she is real, but...

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January 11, 2009

interview

Hey folks, hop on over to the Pen Me a Poem website to read an interview of me conducted by Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss, poet and freelance writer.  And feel free to leave a comment after you’ve read the interview and pass the link on to others who might enjoy reading it....

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January 7, 2009

‘just do it’

Before there was Nike, there was Dante: ‘Now you must needs,’ my teacher said, ‘shake off your wonted indolence.  No fame is won beneath the quilt or sunk in feather cushions.’ ‘Whoever, fameless, wastes his life away, leaves of himself no greater mark on earth than smoke in air or...

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January 4, 2009

prophet man

please mr prophet man tell me what is true I hear some say religion is good for you but i’m not sure when in god’s name they tell me bombs and bullets are the cure

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January 1, 2009

happy new year

“What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” (T.S. Eliot, The Gidding, V)

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December 30, 2008

the guru

We bow our heads in quiet servitude to the dust, our lips form prayers to gods, who long ago abandoned us. We huddle together in a candle lit room; frankincense, jasmine, and sage, form  broken patterns in the air; amethyst rock, lapis lazuli, crystal quartz, and rose guard the four...

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December 28, 2008

glastonbury 2008

“The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember or pretend you remember.” – Harold Pinter — I spent the day in Glastonbury yesterday. I went to visit an old friend and take in some of the sacred sites.

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December 26, 2008

stand together

The soldiers tossed the chicken Bones, they didn’t like his politics. Strung him up on a cross and Gambled for his ragged clothes. Cancel the Second Coming, The church has decreed, no Heroic figure can save us From our avarice, lust, and greed. The twisted logic of confrontation And violence...

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December 25, 2008

my prezzies

delonghi waffle maker the philosopher’s toolkit (baggini and fosl) the complete works of michel de montaigne alien and aliens dvd snickers 5-pack cadbury dairy milk double choc small time crooks dvd notebooks socks iron man dvd poetry speaks: the poetry lover’s calendar the incredible hulk dvd and lots of love

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December 20, 2008

the one who brings the light to heal

Everyone is a complimentary therapist or healer it seems these days.  Go to any meditation group or spiritual gathering and most of the people in the room will be a practitioner  of some form of alternative therapy.  Most will be practicing their “art” part-time with ambitions to pursue their “passion”...

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