Reclaimed Land (for Bute) #NationalPoetryDay


The pinnacle…
Follow the lights and you will find the gold.
A Severn wind rattles the soul,
Rain like pins my face a cushion.
Edifice a vision, wooden windows a fact,
a collection of faces glued in community,
Now divided again by scheme-funded foolery.
To escape is to renounce
Only with strength comes intrinsically.
As thrust upon pages turn,
A dying side street lives
on the ensign of principality!

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A Short film of memories and dreams


I manged to get into my old junior school before it was knocked down. In the short film there is footage from the production we did of ‘Joseph and his amazing Technicolor dream coat’. Looking back this was a massive effort from the community. While musicals not been something im interested in this feet still makes me smile. Please enjoy The last days of school

My Past, My future


Somethings are like red wine stains, they are difficult to remove with time get faint but will always last. You can add formulas to remove them. This is my formula!

Cleaning mess of some guys trade.

Right place wrong face.

Scrap heap imprint stupidity,

please give me some validity.

 
Closure of the grinding,

mini cans close my mind in.

Musical defibrillation.

No else to confined with.

 

Time has raced to evolve on.

Scared but wise, still I despise.

Now I’m here, thoughts, no care.

The grinding sparks have untied me.

 

Your age shows experience.

delivery, I can’t contain this.

Feeling the greater love,

enormous glow music buzz.

 

I look to crashing tides.

Screens project our minds.

Well trodden yet fresh,

just this time its mine.

 

Last night cleansed me.

The vocal lifeline echoes.

Your mess connecting to me

love rein on me