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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. November 26, 2016. So long with hate. So tired, its load. Drag it round like fate. Light to light too light to dig. Dig my own grave today. See if I still fit. Familiar with its shame. Shame waves over errors. Thank them all for the blame. Never learnt from Terrors. Dig with the pen. A father, son, husband and friend. Good enough. TEN. To stand in the light and pass. Pass to me. Class. To begin, like sand. Dragged out, by the tide. Become rock, wide.
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Au Revoir, Monsieur Hollande | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. Au Revoir, Monsieur Hollande. January 4, 2017. French President François Hollande wont seek a second term. His popularity was too low and unemployment in France has remained stubbornly fixed at 8 or 10 percent.He had stated that he wouldn’t stand again if employment didn’t move, and indeed we can say that this is the case. So at least he kept his word. But at least he seemed to let his ministers get on with it. So Hollande wont run again and Socialis...
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Age | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. July 4, 2016. July 4, 2016. Shaking woke me up. Pills to shore me up. Sit on the edge of our bed. Tiredness in all pores. Worry about being up to scratch. The flowers in the field. Stars long dead, petals washed by wind and rain. Who is your brother now? Share wealth hope happiness. Age washes up on the beach. Strange things dredged from our past. Leave them on strange beaches. Don’t drag them from shores. Washed by tides and memories. C on My Job.
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Sonnet for Autumn | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. September 28, 2016. From hedgerow’s roots autumn flits. Firey tongues and berries climb. Seasons start and nearly fit. Among the ivy berries wind. Look through leaves against our wits. Hold onto lives hearts entwined. Clench our teeth, jaws grit. Drink the cup of summer wine. Hold and hope against time. And in the chair a vacuum sits. Where to next,hold the line. How to join those broken bits. Lift our hearts and go again. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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The Scarecrow | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. September 8, 2016. September 28, 2016. So it was that Andy blustered and swore, hammered and painted his way through the scarecrows, creating as many as he could before sewing began. Yes, he and Bert would set the world to rights in the local in over a tankard of stale weak warm ale, or argue about where his land began and ended. So it was in the country, at the edge of wealth, boom or bust. Short stories and writing. Sonnet for Autumn →. C on My Job.
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Time | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. December 23, 2016. December 23, 2016. Filter on or off. Staff in hand, staff. Play to the crowd. Time to pack up the chalk. Written too long in the dust. Wiped clean all things. Time to remember things. Is time to search on the net. Gathering dust,books never read. Say things need to change. Nod, ride the wave. Shed skin, shell. Wash down my face. Pressing keys to make noises. Begging to be used. Old notes from pages. Too late to start a life? Simone...
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December | 2016 | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. December 23, 2016. December 23, 2016. Filter on or off. Staff in hand, staff. Play to the crowd. Time to pack up the chalk. Written too long in the dust. Wiped clean all things. Time to remember things. Is time to search on the net. Gathering dust,books never read. Say things need to change. Nod, ride the wave. Shed skin, shell. Wash down my face. Pressing keys to make noises. Begging to be used. Old notes from pages. Too late to start a life? I teac...
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idreamofthought | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. February 15, 2017. No way the clock says Five. Buzzing it around us hums. God know how but I’m alive. Written down dumb, numb. Hope the rhyme strives. What keeps you, come. Stab me now with knives. There is the flower, flames. Wavering in timeless joy. Wishing for the moment’s fame. Being played and left like toys. My hand they hurt but I go on. My heart it hurts but I sing my song. February 15, 2017. So write some peoples names on tombs. Perhaps I&#...
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January | 2017 | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. Au Revoir, Monsieur Hollande. January 4, 2017. French President François Hollande wont seek a second term. His popularity was too low and unemployment in France has remained stubbornly fixed at 8 or 10 percent.He had stated that he wouldn’t stand again if employment didn’t move, and indeed we can say that this is the case. So at least he kept his word. But at least he seemed to let his ministers get on with it. So Hollande wont run again and Socialis...
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Letting go | I DREAM OF THOUGHT
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I DREAM OF THOUGHT. 1000 words per day on what I want. July 20, 2016. Just ink , spoiling pages. Churning waves in bays. Waiting for this months wages. Slave to grind, Slave for sale. Blocking the direct debits. Last month’s smoke, this month’s joss stick. Tied to a service I didn’t choose. Watching the food go mouldy. Ball in heart, knot in stomach. Hoping to find a solution. Offers come in for later. Now we wait,trust. Belief, Believe choose, choice, steal, thief. Sticky as the keys,thick as thieves.
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