Quite Liberating

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I had an interesting experience last night. Quite liberating, actually. For some strange reason more than 15,000 files disappeared from my Documents folder. Even weirder, I had a mirror folder of those files as backup. They disappeared too. Everything I’ve written during the last 20 years – poems, articles, songs, etc. All gone. Forever. Have I been hacked? Is it some kind of supernatural message? Who knows?

“Awesome”

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One of the most misused words today must be “awesome”. I have heard an ice-cream or pop-song described as “awesome”. Awe comes from the Greek word achos, meaning distress, and the Old English word ege, meaning fear. The dictionary definition of awe is “reverential wonder or fear; dread”. The word “awesome” should be reserved for unique moments which instil reverential wonder, fear or dread in our hearts!

ToyBoy [song lyric]

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[The first rap song I ever wrote!]

 

 

You want your big cheesecake and you still want to eat it
Filling up your self on me [black cherry pie]
You only take it in but you never really feel it
Playing at love in your sad starry sky

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All Artists need an Advocate in this World

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All artists need an advocate in this world: someone who will stand up for you when you would rather remain silent; someone who will shout your talents from the rooftops when you hide yourself from the limelight; someone who will sing your praises to useful people when you would rather be modest; someone who believes in you when you struggle to believe in yourself. Such an advocate is every artist’s secret dream…

on your blessed face [poem]

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I had something to say on the train the other day when she sat with splendid beauty in my eyes [but she’ll never read these words so they’re really safe to say]. Now they’re out there in the ether in the splendour of display [how easy in our hindsight to be wise]

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The Shadow [sonnet]

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Here’s a sonnet I wrote to a lover 27 years ago. (Just click on the title below). I was so foolish in those days. Nothing much has changed…

Sometimes I feel your sunlight move away;
I fade and I grow cold and lifeless leaves
On limbs outstretched; in darkened skies there grieves
A dying tree for fields in which we lay.

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Political Correctness

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Cool definition of political correctness which I saw today: “Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.” 🙂