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February 17, 2015. February 17, 2015. Shame on the wall. The wall of silence. The evil behind it. From the bully in a black vest. To the man of the cloth. From the streets and gutters. To the highest order. Lambs to the slaughter. Shame on the wall. The wall of silence. And all that hide. A wall is a very big weapon. It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with. Banksy (Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).

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February 17, 2015. February 17, 2015. Shame on the wall. The wall of silence. The evil behind it. From the bully in a black vest. To the man of the cloth. From the streets and gutters. To the highest order. Lambs to the slaughter. Shame on the wall. The wall of silence. And all that hide. A wall is a very big weapon. It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with. Banksy (Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall). February 17, 2015. Machinery ,winding,banging metal. Coins crashing on metal. Til a...

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Lucky | karensinspace

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February 12, 2015. Es he had been lucky in life. Blessed making the woman he loved his wife. Her strengths he had always admired and when weak like a child. He loved her more than ever. The children she had given him had raised his heart to heaven. And the loss of a child that still pained her deeply. How they held each other,. How for such a long time,he had held her in his arms,pleading to God to ease her pain. Every tear tearing at his soul. The anger at the uselessness he felt. Giant Footsteps →.

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Knight&Dragon | karensinspace

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February 17, 2015. Pushing himself up from his leather chair,. He jabs and pokes at a large lump of coal. Sword fencing he jabs at it harder. Til at last it spat back. Bad tempered having been disturbed from its sleep. The last thrust in. Broke it in four. Blue and orange flames. Licked at its belly. A few odd sparks went to fight back. The air from the chimney,took care of that. Bringing a warmth around us all. And light that shape shadows on walls. Content the old man,lays down his weapon.

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Jungle | karensinspace

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February 12, 2015. February 12, 2015. Live from the jungle our commandos and the wildlife are becoming restless,. For a night-time of thieving dealing. Parents look for bed time reading,in the hope kids can enjoy fantasy dreaming. Once upon a time and Happy ever afters. Desperate to protect them from harsh reality. It all kicks off again. The same old same. Terrified children,in a chorus of screams. And heart breaking cries. Ski-masks,stab-vests,gas,. Black boots,stinking coffee breath,. You are commenti...

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Candyfloss&Coal | karensinspace

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Machinery ,winding,banging metal. To a chorus of laughter and screams. Bingo callers exaggerate,and always Roll their r’s. Over on the dodgems boys jump car to car. Posing impressing giggling girls. EDDie cochrane in the background. The oversized armchairs shuffle spin bodies around. Graceful carousel horses bob up and down. Buzz,banging,flashing lights,alarms ring out. Coins crashing on metal. Bins spew papers and cans. Rows of pink cotton wool. Hang along side goldfish with bulbous heads.

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February 12, 2015. February 12, 2015. As shadows jump up the walls. Pushing the night out of the door. Fearing darkness and sleep. As it force-fed him his nightmares. Horrors he skillfully hid from the world. Somewhere in his mind. Never complaining about much at all. Or the effect of war on a young man’s mind. How it would continue to haunt and torment him. Only when safe alone,. The luxury to grieve. As tears flow from tired eyes. Head in hands he cry’s. For the Soldier boys and men. Newer posts →.

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The Lady With A Torch | karensinspace

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The Lady With A Torch. February 12, 2015. The lady with a torch,. Would take your ticket,. And show you to your seat. She didnt tolerate messing about. If you were told twice. She would throw you out. She could hear a noise. Find the exact location. They said she did stuff during the war. She probably steered a sub. Listened out for Germans. Cos her skill in locating sound. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.

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Stranger | karensinspace

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February 17, 2015. February 17, 2015. As I was going out that evening,through our estate,I spotted a shape,as i got closer i could see a man,at the top of the lane,he looked quite lost,it was clear to see he didn’t come from around here,. Age perhaps sixty-eight ,. I said hello are you lost,. He explained he was staying with friends,and after having sunday lunch he decided to go for a walk. He asked me what it was like to live in a run down estate,. We stopped now and then drawing pictures in the air.