My life is a stream of consciousness, wherein I drown in a sea of imagery.
I am a camera that flows over the world without sense or censorship.
No sound acts as a full stop on my endeavours.
I am not disturbed by noise or distracted by voices.
...
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My old biddy sent to me
One haggis for eating
Two whiskies for drinking
...
Is Christmas over yet
Or has it just begun?
Did I enjoy myself?
Did I have much fun?
...
On the first day of the armistice,
My general sent to me -
A cartridge in a pear tree,
Two rifles a rattling
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I am a blank sheet
Where once I was a man.
I stop to think
But no thoughts come.
...
He doesn't laugh.
He doesn't smile.
He hasn't been here
(nor there) in a while.
...
Regrets? I've had a lot
But too many to bother mentioning
- not that anybody is really interested anyway.
I saw it through without a cheerful thought.
...
Oh Lord, one of these days
I'm going to walk with you, talk with you, be with you.
My life is slowly slipping away
...
Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Riding through the glen
Robin Hood, Robin Hood
With his band of men
...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Mine are Green
'coz they fell in the stew
...
Roses are red
Violence is blue
If you don't shut up
I'm going to thump you!
...
Here I am ticking over
Leading a life, rolling in clover.
My right leg lifts
Despite me ticking it off.
...
The rain pain is with us again
(And not just on the plain) .
The snow melts
As water droplets pelts,
...
I am the wreckage
Of the person I used to be,
Smashed on the shore
Of bitter experience.
...
Her ghost wanders through my soul,
a dream within a dream
- a vision that never ends.
...
I write the occasional poem, sometimes serious, mostly humorous. I have also written a series of books called Logic Lists English, which attempts to dissect the language and reassemble into something useful (8 volumes in all) . I also write articles, flash fiction and some short stories in different genres. I also am into photography, the quirky and the pretty but not human (I can't abide these people who fly hundreds of miles to see something, then stand in fronton it, obscuring what is there just to prove that they have been there) . I also create collage artwork, draw in coloured pencil (some artwork, mostly cartoons) and that is just about that, except to say that I live in The Highlands of Scotland with my wife and dog)
Enough!
Shut the windows.
Close the door.
Our love doesn't live here
Anymore.
Pull down the shutters.
Lock the gate.
We no longer care about
Our fate
Dampen the fire.
Put out the lights.
Nothing is alive in this house
Tonight.
Thought stops action and action stops thought
As we go through the universe, the universe goes through us
Things don't so much change as exchange with the rest of the universe
It isn't the situation that you find yourself in that matters but how you react to it
In silence and stillness we find ourselves; through noise and motion we lose ourselves
Home is where you want to escape to as prison is where you want to escape from
We take things apart to understand them, then put them back together again to make them work
Cause is where something starts - effect, where it ends
The mean find life meaningless, which leads to self and other destructive behaviour