All poetry my own, all photography my own - though from years ago when I COULD still climb that hill. 😞
From here to there, and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
I don't need nor want the polished ones
With their swanky one-way ways
I don't need nor want the polished ones
With their swanky one-way ways
Like a soiled and sullied uncrowned king
The God of profit taints everything.
Like a soiled and sullied uncrowned king
The God of profit taints everything.
Look at this fucking shit
The world is on a string
On it's knees, doing gear
and puking up it's ring
Look at this fucking shit
The world is on a string
On it's knees, doing gear
and puking up it's ring
Remember, the fallen leaves
in the frail end of the day,
must settling on the senses
like slowly falling snow,
as autumn makes it's play.
Remember, the fallen leaves
in the frail end of the day,
must settling on the senses
like slowly falling snow,
as autumn makes it's play.
this is the story of a life
part one.
As darkness encroaches upon the day
And sun struggles to keep cold at bay
As darkness encroaches upon the day
And sun struggles to keep cold at bay
the ship awaits us all
invitation to another shore
upon the final boarding call
before the dark forevermore
the ship awaits us all
invitation to another shore
upon the final boarding call
before the dark forevermore
She knows that once,
the man was hers to hold,
their flower was gold
She knows that once,
the man was hers to hold,
their flower was gold
So she fakes wild,
thinks of the child
she's left at home.
So she fakes wild,
thinks of the child
she's left at home.
please don't ask me
to be the strong one
I can't fight the falling rain
please don't ask me
to be the strong one
I can't fight the falling rain
now years
like a ticking clock
temporal shock
here and gone,
now years
like a ticking clock
temporal shock
here and gone,
words,
even in their
finest clothes
full of grace
will fail to find
the beauty of your face,
words,
even in their
finest clothes
full of grace
will fail to find
the beauty of your face,
can I recall my
ill chosen words
please
they chose me
not I them
can I recall my
ill chosen words
please
they chose me
not I them
Tick, tock, tick, tock, it's coming again.
Who's child is next to die?
Tick, tock, tick, tock, it's coming again.
Who's child is next to die?
It's all about
the pink.
Think.
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If only a Labour government was the saviour of the poor that it should be.
#poverty #wealth #benefitcuts #tories #ToryBenefitCuts #StarmerBenefitCuts
If only a Labour government was the saviour of the poor that it should be.