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Vomit city, just another day.

Vomit city, just another day.

Vomit City I was stumbling home the rain had turned to hail. Ahead staggered a woman Spewing in the gutter Looking very pail. So I lifted her from The sodden ground and said I’d walk her home. She pointed out and mumbled And off we went on her trail. We came to a dark door Behind was sounds of cheer She asked me in “Come and have a beer”. The house was full of people ...
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It's Only Life

It’s Only Life

I spent 35 years wandering the globe at sea, sometimes serving my country in war, others just serving me. But I went to many spots like this in many different times and places in south and Latin America. 1983 Its only life. We walked from a black freighter with crossbones at its mast und achtzehn sagen mit funfzehn canonen. We flowed down the broken street, feet dropping into holes in the battered, unrepaired, ignored road ...
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Life: Learn to love yourself & your loved ones

Life: Learn to love yourself & your loved ones

Learn to love yourself & your loved ones ...
A primeira vez

A primeira vez

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...
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Conversations on Father's Day

Conversations on Father’s Day

I should tell you, he was a forceful man. Perhaps he had to be. Beware the wrath of Father, eh? ...
pOlItIcIaN

pOlItIcIaN

“If a society must have an ever-expanding list of laws to survive it doesn’t deserve to.” ChairmanWow ...
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The absolute bliss, Le bonheur absolu, আনন্দম

The absolute bliss, Le bonheur absolu, আনন্দম

The absolute bliss There is always the presence of an innocent child in every person. The child knows no distinction; rich, poor, man, woman, literate, illiterate, theist, atheist; beyond all this, it rests quietly as a supremely innocent essence. Many scholars have tried to regard this exceptional child under different labels; however, very few have been able to experience its presence. It is a skill that needs practice, persistence, and effort. If an individual is ...
Another Muddy Hill Falklands Three

Another Muddy Hill Falklands Three

A muddy fucking hill. Falklands Three The hill. Just up the hill. Need it. Right flank Cover for centre. Ghurka’s on our Left flank, That’s good They’re good. Then advance Fast and hard Bound. Don’t take A round. Fix bayonets Shit  That means close. Please no mines! Please no mines! Rounds buzzing And cracking. Fucking hell Mate. If I cop It. Hope its quick. Me too. Move forward Want to go Backward. Light order. Weapons ...
Face Down. Falklands Four.

Face Down. Falklands Four.

Face Down. Falklands Four. I saw him face down in the dirt We turned him over softly Almost covertly. Three small holes All we could see. Sightless eyes Looking at me. Farewell my brother We’ll always love you. We’ll carry you gently And lay you to rest That awful black bag Does you no justice For the times you  Laughed and brought Us some freedom. I don’t know why you? Just to make those Ungrateful ...
24 Hours of Love.

24 Hours of Love.

A visit to Vancouver BC.  24 Hours of Love. Ive often wandered if I’ve kissed The serial killer in our midst. I was on a bit of a sailing manoeuvre  Across in rainy dank Vancouver Her name was Mona, Mona Bird  Yes lemon curds the rhymah. And her mothers name was Mynah. Occasionally worried about the strife  Cause she always carried a knife Met her in a club in Gas-town Vancouver city  The Orange Five, ...
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The End Will Come With A Whimper Not A War.

The End Will Come With A Whimper Not A War.

This is a repost of a ranty post I wrote pre-Covid 19.  ...
Part 26

Part 26

To be somebody.  You have to be somebody else. Not an imitation. Or intimation. You have to be somebody else.   On a hill.  Over looking a place.  Somewhere nowhere.  White. Smoke. Cloud. Candle. Some larger remains.  Blown in breeze.  The only chance of escape.  Souls on a southerly.  Inside. Nothing more than a. Pit. At 44 °C. Death will occur. Some have survived up to 46.5 °C. On a hill. In a house.   A woman ...
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Check the bolt Falklands Two.

Check the bolt Falklands Two.

Check the bolt Falklands Two. Check the bolt For action Hands slip and slide Mud and sweat Sweat and mud “Alright mate” “Aye” “Alright mate” “Aye” “We’ll be alright” “Aye” Said a thousand times  a thousand times “Alright mate” “Aye” Check the bayonet Check the bolt Check the mag. Fucking hands Shake And sweat Fucking hands Shake “Alright mate” Fuck fuck fuck fuck! “Alright mate”. Nearly  Pissed me kecks. Its ok. Haha couldn’t  get to ...
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Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One.

Ah’ Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One.

Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. Falklands One Ah’ Chris mate, What a fate, We’d laughed  and cavorted Before the fun. I’d had sex In Pompey And lots of rum. It’d take a lot To make us run. You in your engine room Me in mine. All seemed well All seemed fine. Your ship Was knightly Mine was grey. As we both looked Out on that misty day. We’d just spoken Just said g’day. From ...