Lyrics to a new song of mine. Will post the audio when I record it. Mostly based on snippets of comments from autistic children and adults I noted down over the years. Lines are centred so the shape of metaphoric bombs falling through their lives can be seen….
» Read moreA glance, perchance, into the not-too-distant-future. Civilizations since the dawn of time Thought they were forever Thought they were fine All of them have passed away None of them exists today, We think we are the epitome That we alone, yes, you and me Will survive for all of time Never to perish It’s a false dream we cherish
» Read moreThe mystic site of the Iron Age Fort of Twmbarlwm is north of Risca in South Wales but kids constantly set fire to the surrounding forests and hillsides and stoned the fire crews….
» Read moreA song about relationship break-ups and hanging stubbornly onto your sacred cows. Enjoy the video! LET’S KILL YOUR SACRED COW You say that you’re sugar and spice And everything nice but let me tell ya – You’re too simplistic – a tad sadistic You’ve got me chained to your ruby red lipstick When there are plenty more three-eyed fish
» Read more‘How long will I love you like this?’ One day. Two days. Few months. Few years. For whole life or what? How long? I asked this question to myself. And yes, you want to know the answer. It’s here. Eternal. I will keep loving you like this till the eternity. Cause I have learnt that true love is eternal. My
» Read moreWish her happy birthday… Today I have turned one. I still remember the day I was born. I opened my bleary eyes and looked around. Like other newborns, I didn’t cry. But everybody else did. My eyes darted from one person to another in the hospital room. The void within me was spreading like wildfire. Suddenly, my hand jerked back
» Read moreThis song emerged from a poem about Happy Slapping – that disgusting ‘trend’ of videoing people being beaten up by gangs – to be more about the esates that breed these anti-social clowns. Two-tone being the ska music of the day…
» Read moreA sonnet-like poem about the forgotten victims of the Middle East wars where spent uranium shells were used on the battle-field – the media-silent horror of the uranium babies. The badger baby was born to agony with red eyes and black and white skin. Pity The Badger Baby From these foul creatures you desire release, That thereby media
» Read moreIntro: I am woken up at midnight and put on a flight. Received at the airport, I am taken downtown in a van. From there to my destination on a bicycle. I get to repeat this everday. Who am I? forms the rest of the story!
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