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May my matter, matter not
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Maybe the matter,
Is not the matter.
Maybe it matters not.
Maybe the matter,
Matters not to the hatter,
Maybe it matters squat.
Maybe I matter nothing
To no one, a stuffing
And my matter matters 
Only to me.
But for that matter,
I guess its the latter,
As you see my matter
Matter less, matter-tress,
floating on out to sea.
May my matter, matter not ———————————— Maybe the matter, Is not the matter. Maybe it matters not. Maybe the matter, Matters not to the hatter, Maybe it matters squat. Maybe I matter nothing To no one, a stuffing And my matter matters Only to me. But for that matter, I guess its the latter, As you see my matter Matter less, matter-tress, floating on out to sea.
Here or there
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Intergalactic 
And somehow 
They’re still at it.
Drama’s bat shit,
But without a doubt
Anticlimactic.
Enough space
Makes others contemplate
Baiting the dogmatic.
Tho middle placed
Fingers raising
semiautomatic...
See minions
Always in opinion
Babbling bout seeds
They never sow.
But wisdom walls
Once tall, 
Babylon,
fall further
at the Call of Jericho.
From the sleepy slumber
She heard triumphant thunder
Gleaming at the dreams of Gulliver.
Roll a coast to coast for
Rollercoasters
On chuggy boats powered by Enya.
So sail away,
Sail away, 
And see Stevie play pearls 
Wisdom and world wonders.
On tidal waves
That separate 
this buoy from tied land.
So celebrate 
And awake to
Merry birthdays
Even if split by different sands.
Here or there ——————— Intergalactic And somehow They’re still at it. Drama’s bat shit, But without a doubt Anticlimactic. Enough space Makes others contemplate Baiting the dogmatic. Tho middle placed Fingers raising semiautomatic... See minions Always in opinion Babbling bout seeds They never sow. But wisdom walls Once tall, Babylon, fall further at the Call of Jericho. From the sleepy slumber She heard triumphant thunder Gleaming at the dreams of Gulliver. Roll a coast to coast for Rollercoasters On chuggy boats powered by Enya. So sail away, Sail away, And see Stevie play pearls Wisdom and world wonders. On tidal waves That separate this buoy from tied land. So celebrate And awake to Merry birthdays Even if split by different sands.
Lion’s Share
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The message on the metro murmured,
“Football’s coming home.”
Stressing positivity on the streets,
Beating back defeatist drones.
Two Thous and Eight Teens
Stream scenes thinking
“Here’s hope.”
Without winning, silenced singing
By whinging moaned tones.
But for a few weeks brief, 
Trust me, it seems
 this country did believe.
In patron saints
And Englands fate
To take the lions share with teeth.
But when Georgie Porgies
Pudding and pied 
Off, 
Made cakes taste
Less sweet than victory.
But the glory story
Reads poorly
When surely 
they put the E back
In belief and team.
Is it not a reclaimed flag
For saints coming back
From boring BNP?
Yeah, They did not deliver,
World cup winners 
But id know what id rather be.
A community of folk
Positively giving it a go,
And daring to get behind the dream.
Lion’s Share ————————— The message on the metro murmured, “Football’s coming home.” Stressing positivity on the streets, Beating back defeatist drones. Two Thous and Eight Teens Stream scenes thinking “Here’s hope.” Without winning, silenced singing By whinging moaned tones. But for a few weeks brief, Trust me, it seems this country did believe. In patron saints And Englands fate To take the lions share with teeth. But when Georgie Porgies Pudding and pied Off, Made cakes taste Less sweet than victory. But the glory story Reads poorly When surely they put the E back In belief and team. Is it not a reclaimed flag For saints coming back From boring BNP? Yeah, They did not deliver, World cup winners But id know what id rather be. A community of folk Positively giving it a go, And daring to get behind the dream.
Present Face FACTS
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“Lest we forget”
The done deeds of the dead.
As everyones contribution counts,
Should they sleep on sea beds. .
“Lets we forget”
All actions of the alive.
Whispering “thats mine”,
As soon as they pass aside.

So pass the farcical
Parcelled works of the past.
So a “present face”
Can fool them into their lap.

For in 5 minutes
To most man,
It will matter none you are gone.
As when theres credit to claim,
Boasts bang personal gain drums.

But should your paths cross,
You can cash interest on credit costs.
Because yesterdays boss
Will find horror shock
At the authority lost.

So return just a smile,
With the widest of eyes.
At watch the present face quiver,
Slithering at the deliverer
Of light on their lies
Present Face FACTS ——————— “Lest we forget” The done deeds of the dead. As everyones contribution counts, Should they sleep on sea beds. . “Lets we forget” All actions of the alive. Whispering “thats mine”, As soon as they pass aside. So pass the farcical Parcelled works of the past. So a “present face” Can fool them into their lap. For in 5 minutes To most man, It will matter none you are gone. As when theres credit to claim, Boasts bang personal gain drums. But should your paths cross, You can cash interest on credit costs. Because yesterdays boss Will find horror shock At the authority lost. So return just a smile, With the widest of eyes. At watch the present face quiver, Slithering at the deliverer Of light on their lies
Poem: Dead Hair
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“One day I’ll be dead.”
Said the hair to the head.
“And no one will ever know,
Of the life I have led.
Years reaching out on
Into endless space,
To be cut down
And cut back,
But still rooted to face
The music and hair abuses,
That truth here took place.
In the name of good looks,
Or supposed good taste.”
But nothing said back,
The head to the hair.
Just a megalomaniac
Stare, still
in a barbers chair.
Poem: Dead Hair —————————— “One day I’ll be dead.” Said the hair to the head. “And no one will ever know, Of the life I have led. Years reaching out on Into endless space, To be cut down And cut back, But still rooted to face The music and hair abuses, That truth here took place. In the name of good looks, Or supposed good taste.” But nothing said back, The head to the hair. Just a megalomaniac Stare, still in a barbers chair.
Poem: Push bar to open
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Push bar to open
And in time,
Drunken words unspoken.
Choked on anecdotes
Brewed by beer bottles broken.
Inked. Lining insides,
For the declining demise,
Of deadbeat dummys
Drinking farewell to the night.
Only greeted with goodbye
Ignored, ill, sidelined.
But push bar to open
And find drunken words unspoken.
Choked on hopped hopes
Pandora’s publican’s token.
So get off your box
And the lips of the tox-
Ic spears that settled fears
Of taxing through tinned tears.
A man off the road,
Is labelled a travelled toad
In a hole,
Made for watering the unwell
Through a three sixty penny spell
Trapped by Merlins beard in hell
Pulled potions that mist clear
Steering from nowhere 
To here.
So will you push bar to open?
Or is it that hope which locks folk in?
As they say a life behind bars
Is not a life worth living.
Poem: Push bar to open ——————————— Push bar to open And in time, Drunken words unspoken. Choked on anecdotes Brewed by beer bottles broken. Inked. Lining insides, For the declining demise, Of deadbeat dummys Drinking farewell to the night. Only greeted with goodbye Ignored, ill, sidelined. But push bar to open And find drunken words unspoken. Choked on hopped hopes Pandora’s publican’s token. So get off your box And the lips of the tox- Ic spears that settled fears Of taxing through tinned tears. A man off the road, Is labelled a travelled toad In a hole, Made for watering the unwell Through a three sixty penny spell Trapped by Merlins beard in hell Pulled potions that mist clear Steering from nowhere To here. So will you push bar to open? Or is it that hope which locks folk in? As they say a life behind bars Is not a life worth living.
Poem: Top cat, falling feline
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Cats climb curtains,
Its certain, Ive seen.
Them walk up windows
To flaunt their fur free,
For anyone, coming
To look and see
How a cat can claw and conquer heights
Then rediscover gravity.
Poem: Top cat, falling feline ————————— Cats climb curtains, Its certain, Ive seen. Them walk up windows To flaunt their fur free, For anyone, coming To look and see How a cat can claw and conquer heights Then rediscover gravity.
Poem: Trading places?
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They wage wars,
Banked in the name of Zion.
So go pick your horse.
Knights young
And will make good soldiers to cry on.
So Sigh on.
“Its par for the course,
Good sport.
Weight bearing the world,
Thats what broad shoulders are for.”
Less hand holds,
But I’m told they span the equation, manifold.
Counting down troops from ten to one, as each finger unfolds.
But does a minutes silence
Encapsulate all the violence?
Trench warfare,
Spared from the care of ambulance sirens.
So count down the minutes
And the seconds, will do.
But given the chance to switch places,
Lets face it....
If they could,
Would you?
Poem: Trading places? ——————————— They wage wars, Banked in the name of Zion. So go pick your horse. Knights young And will make good soldiers to cry on. So Sigh on. “Its par for the course, Good sport. Weight bearing the world, Thats what broad shoulders are for.” Less hand holds, But I’m told they span the equation, manifold. Counting down troops from ten to one, as each finger unfolds. But does a minutes silence Encapsulate all the violence? Trench warfare, Spared from the care of ambulance sirens. So count down the minutes And the seconds, will do. But given the chance to switch places, Lets face it.... If they could, Would you?
Poem: Casualties of bored rooms
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Dazzle me
With Lord of the Suits.
Recite your ps and qs 
As you
Casually enter 
The board room.
Its.....
Get hired.
Get higher.
Get fire.
Get fired.
Despite compliance wit choir
That said sire “Smarten your attire. 
Command mans,
With backhands, sprang
down telephone wires.
Take the upper, flutter
And cutter.
and span it back bland.”
So he Can. Did. Hid.
Until the race was ran...
expired.
Lived the life of a liar.
Because it’s play on,
Or get man shot.
Man placed, in weight
Or get man laid off.
Another brick 
Sheltering face
Sticking others up.
But quick cornered
Supporter, structure.
quick shut.
Pricking up the wall
That shut brick in,
Another fool.
That didn’t contemplate 
The analytics fate
Behind closed gates
For tommy ghouls.
But “Why dem man shoot, the astute?”
Cause it’s them but you.
Managing they air cover 
Through the panic dotes they brew.
True.
So care not.
Get shot.
Or else get chewed 
But hit top
spare yourself of the doom,m.
Hawk the flem,
Spout demons,
Spend a minute or two.
To share these none
But a geezer glare,
And let the middle ones flair.
Thank the Gs 
Youve been spared
From these.
Switch the swivel
For the Lazy-
-boi And be hassle free
From the casualties 
That fell from the bored rooms.
Poem: Casualties of bored rooms ——————————————— Dazzle me With Lord of the Suits. Recite your ps and qs As you Casually enter The board room. Its..... Get hired. Get higher. Get fire. Get fired. Despite compliance wit choir That said sire “Smarten your attire. Command mans, With backhands, sprang down telephone wires. Take the upper, flutter And cutter. and span it back bland.” So he Can. Did. Hid. Until the race was ran... expired. Lived the life of a liar. Because it’s play on, Or get man shot. Man placed, in weight Or get man laid off. Another brick Sheltering face Sticking others up. But quick cornered Supporter, structure. quick shut. Pricking up the wall That shut brick in, Another fool. That didn’t contemplate The analytics fate Behind closed gates For tommy ghouls. But “Why dem man shoot, the astute?” Cause it’s them but you. Managing they air cover Through the panic dotes they brew. True. So care not. Get shot. Or else get chewed But hit top spare yourself of the doom,m. Hawk the flem, Spout demons, Spend a minute or two. To share these none But a geezer glare, And let the middle ones flair. Thank the Gs Youve been spared From these. Switch the swivel For the Lazy- -boi And be hassle free From the casualties That fell from the bored rooms.
Poem: This bridge
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From this bridge,
Bear witness
To troubled waters
That saw two men jump.
From this bridge
One gripped,
Danger thwarted,
Whilst the other had less luck.
Where chance and
Circumstance 
Combined to tell this tragic tale.
There above the bridge
 the devil danced
And enchanted stance above the rail.
A tragedy of travesty
To see gravity unrefined.
As all around me,
A gormless stream
Of the scene screened 
To mobile device.
For from this bridge above
They saw a man clearly at the edge.
And “must film this one, my son”
Was the only thought that went 
Through their empty heads.
As I shivered
I whispered, “mister, mister
Must you film this? why?
Should you not reconsider
What this delivers
And how much you value life?”
But nothing was the response
From his bonce 
Nothing to be said
Nothing of the living
Nothing of the dead.
Nothing to be seen
But film it all online
Every piece of suffering
Every glimpse of life.
No extension of the hand
No pulling a man back
Just filters for the off kilter
Use of common tact.
From this bridge
I turned to the river
To find the black mirror 
That it reflected back.
A portrait of all 
the thoughtless avatars 
Seeking cinema 
out of the silence 
Or the splash.
Poem: This bridge ————————— From this bridge, Bear witness To troubled waters That saw two men jump. From this bridge One gripped, Danger thwarted, Whilst the other had less luck. Where chance and Circumstance Combined to tell this tragic tale. There above the bridge the devil danced And enchanted stance above the rail. A tragedy of travesty To see gravity unrefined. As all around me, A gormless stream Of the scene screened To mobile device. For from this bridge above They saw a man clearly at the edge. And “must film this one, my son” Was the only thought that went Through their empty heads. As I shivered I whispered, “mister, mister Must you film this? why? Should you not reconsider What this delivers And how much you value life?” But nothing was the response From his bonce Nothing to be said Nothing of the living Nothing of the dead. Nothing to be seen But film it all online Every piece of suffering Every glimpse of life. No extension of the hand No pulling a man back Just filters for the off kilter Use of common tact. From this bridge I turned to the river To find the black mirror That it reflected back. A portrait of all the thoughtless avatars Seeking cinema out of the silence Or the splash.
Where would you go if you had the funds?——————————————
Poem: Bank vs Holidays
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Laying on my back.
Slacks,
Banked holiday drag.
Snapped the crack chaps and popped,
Feeling the weight of way-laid lags.
Hopped off
The glad rags
Bagged them 
Shop got
Handed back.
Went too large on largers, 
And could not escape mad mags.
So less sharper, 
Sore.
The morning after laughter, 
Gargle guffaws.
I’m bored.
Floored,
Day dreaming of departure,
Boards that store 
Paused pasture and
skylines unexplored.
Time to design something radical.
Seat the senate, 
call the capitol.
I’m building sights of delight
through flights tonight 
to sight other capitals.
But I’m lacking the capital
To project in CAPITALS
Spent statements of intent
To invest in
substituted habituals.
So in a daze 
I’m at rainy days 
in gay Paris.
Or contemplating
Changing places
To sunny Stockholm suites.
Got the syndrome
For roaming Rome 
But no tickets off peak.
Meet me at the cross roads 
Of funding rainy days
let the squadron blaze
To Ho Chi Min City.
But my bankers plead
Take pity
You’ve no cream in the kitty
The cat is past the task.
Youre piggy’s rolling over drafts.
So settle for the ends
The manor is your mast.
Sit pretty with
A tinny to buck those ideas fast
Where would you go if you had the funds?—————————————— Poem: Bank vs Holidays —————————————— Laying on my back. Slacks, Banked holiday drag. Snapped the crack chaps and popped, Feeling the weight of way-laid lags. Hopped off The glad rags Bagged them Shop got Handed back. Went too large on largers, And could not escape mad mags. So less sharper, Sore. The morning after laughter, Gargle guffaws. I’m bored. Floored, Day dreaming of departure, Boards that store Paused pasture and skylines unexplored. Time to design something radical. Seat the senate, call the capitol. I’m building sights of delight through flights tonight to sight other capitals. But I’m lacking the capital To project in CAPITALS Spent statements of intent To invest in substituted habituals. So in a daze I’m at rainy days in gay Paris. Or contemplating Changing places To sunny Stockholm suites. Got the syndrome For roaming Rome But no tickets off peak. Meet me at the cross roads Of funding rainy days let the squadron blaze To Ho Chi Min City. But my bankers plead Take pity You’ve no cream in the kitty The cat is past the task. Youre piggy’s rolling over drafts. So settle for the ends The manor is your mast. Sit pretty with A tinny to buck those ideas fast
Favourite moment of the season? 3-0 up against Chelsea for me.
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Poem: Season End Game
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Location: St James’ Park
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The season ends, for time 1-2-5,
That’s how many years the clubs been alive...
And alight, as it was on Tyneside tonight,
Relegation long gone, 
tenth place strong, 
that’s survived!
Not only that you see,
But it’s blues for Chelsea.
Kicked off a dream 
And now for mercy they plead.
Ain’t no clowning around,
From this team.
As the mags got ‘em cleaned out, that’s down, nil three.
Whilst 52 thou sing out loud proudly -
“STAND UP MY SONS IF YOU LOVE THE TOWN, LIKE ME!”
Favourite moment of the season? 3-0 up against Chelsea for me. —————————— Poem: Season End Game —————————— Location: St James’ Park —————————— The season ends, for time 1-2-5, That’s how many years the clubs been alive... And alight, as it was on Tyneside tonight, Relegation long gone, tenth place strong, that’s survived! Not only that you see, But it’s blues for Chelsea. Kicked off a dream And now for mercy they plead. Ain’t no clowning around, From this team. As the mags got ‘em cleaned out, that’s down, nil three. Whilst 52 thou sing out loud proudly - “STAND UP MY SONS IF YOU LOVE THE TOWN, LIKE ME!”
Got your ticket?
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Poem: Last train north ———————————
They say, 
The sun beams, Rays.
On the last train north.
And there’s no fee to pay
So go gather, all aboard.
But distant can be memories
Less final than these reports.
But there’ll be plenty time to read them, sure
Upon your last train north. 
As it’s a long journey to eternity
But it’s always on course.
And the strong service offers plenty 
On that last train north.
For drivers can becomes wiser,
In its passenger seats.
Having conquered ambulances tyres
Tramways and 
underground daydreams.
But I hope the seats are comfy, Sir
And pumping is the steam,
To provide a ride less bumpy 
And a Santa Special Supreme.
Because the good go do pearly
Upon their last train north.
As this train departs early,
Unconfined by earthy 
departments of transport...
-ation, of frustration to the nation left behind.
Heading straight towards the station,
Placed weightless in the sky.
So save a seat for me, 
one day
When my ticket has been bought.
Till then enjoy the peaceful railway, Ray,
And board your last train north.
Got your ticket? ——————————— Poem: Last train north ——————————— They say, The sun beams, Rays. On the last train north. And there’s no fee to pay So go gather, all aboard. But distant can be memories Less final than these reports. But there’ll be plenty time to read them, sure Upon your last train north. As it’s a long journey to eternity But it’s always on course. And the strong service offers plenty On that last train north. For drivers can becomes wiser, In its passenger seats. Having conquered ambulances tyres Tramways and underground daydreams. But I hope the seats are comfy, Sir And pumping is the steam, To provide a ride less bumpy And a Santa Special Supreme. Because the good go do pearly Upon their last train north. As this train departs early, Unconfined by earthy departments of transport... -ation, of frustration to the nation left behind. Heading straight towards the station, Placed weightless in the sky. So save a seat for me, one day When my ticket has been bought. Till then enjoy the peaceful railway, Ray, And board your last train north.
Get me back to Sunday. Where my Fun day go?
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Poem: MONDAY MORNING REVIVAL
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Location: Sunny Donny
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Sunday?
Done day.
The D vitamins were vital.
Topping up cropped spots, 
Wishing for a Monday Morning Revival.
But nah, stop.
What?
That’s your lot, 
Got 
Any more and you’ll be liable.
To the P45 slide, 
Sighed shock, of 
Wages docked
Landlocked Ships 
heading for the tidal. 
Steal a week day’s glow
N find yourself home
Alone, 
To the tone of laid off 
landlubber loans.
So squire,
State your desire
For short wear attire
And earn a Bunsen burner 
To turn ya 
9 till 5 on fire.
Gather the choir
It’s time for that recital
The greatest hits of the lie-r
The decision is final.
Lay Down’s greatest hits
Home press the vinyl.
Shout without a doubt
And go get man about
Get in the ring and
Reclaim Lord Layabout
As your title
Bonafied and bone idle
Alive in pride 
Capsized
Member incumbent 
Of the Monday Morning Revival
Get me back to Sunday. Where my Fun day go? ———————————— Poem: MONDAY MORNING REVIVAL ———————————— Location: Sunny Donny ———————————— Sunday? Done day. The D vitamins were vital. Topping up cropped spots, Wishing for a Monday Morning Revival. But nah, stop. What? That’s your lot, Got Any more and you’ll be liable. To the P45 slide, Sighed shock, of Wages docked Landlocked Ships heading for the tidal. Steal a week day’s glow N find yourself home Alone, To the tone of laid off landlubber loans. So squire, State your desire For short wear attire And earn a Bunsen burner To turn ya 9 till 5 on fire. Gather the choir It’s time for that recital The greatest hits of the lie-r The decision is final. Lay Down’s greatest hits Home press the vinyl. Shout without a doubt And go get man about Get in the ring and Reclaim Lord Layabout As your title Bonafied and bone idle Alive in pride Capsized Member incumbent Of the Monday Morning Revival
How many more minutes do you need?
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Poem: Five more minutes
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Location: I wish it was bed
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I get up
Six thirty, 
Though it never stirs me
Certainly until phone 
Turns out ten, 
Attention 
Seeking alarms
That sparm 
GET OUT OF BED.
But alarms never charm
Just harm 
My slumber calm.
Starring a familiar story
Behaving all Lordy Lordy, 
Someone call Farquaad!
Cause I’ll take the Tower 
For another hour,
Of pure sleeping power.
Forget True Loves kiss.
Dragon baby showers?
Don’t take the p....
I mean no diss
But all I wanna do is
Make my dreams work 
and find
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
But the boy in the moon
Says go with the fish.
Deep, that’s peak.
So I get up,
SPEAK
“See bed, that’s enough.”
Shirk.
As I got to make this work
To keep Theresa ‘appy,
And the capitalist berks....
Trust
How many more minutes do you need? ———————————— Poem: Five more minutes ———————————— Location: I wish it was bed ———————————— I get up Six thirty, Though it never stirs me Certainly until phone Turns out ten, Attention Seeking alarms That sparm GET OUT OF BED. But alarms never charm Just harm My slumber calm. Starring a familiar story Behaving all Lordy Lordy, Someone call Farquaad! Cause I’ll take the Tower For another hour, Of pure sleeping power. Forget True Loves kiss. Dragon baby showers? Don’t take the p.... I mean no diss But all I wanna do is Make my dreams work and find Sleep, sleep, sleep. But the boy in the moon Says go with the fish. Deep, that’s peak. So I get up, SPEAK “See bed, that’s enough.” Shirk. As I got to make this work To keep Theresa ‘appy, And the capitalist berks.... Trust
Where’s your favourite place for a beer?
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Poem: Quarter
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Location: Tyneside Pub
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Life once in colour,
Shudder brothers
And see it fade.
I spy a cover,
For the others and 
their signs of age...
ing
Graceful,
But still a face full 
of wrinkled lines,
That say bruv, are you sinking ?
Or just thinking 
of booking faces to shopped timelines.
Their shadows cast
A gasp at how long friendships last 
And then get sidelined.
Not worth a hello, 
Or how’s it go?
It’s a crime.
Man they can’t be assed, 
For the task
Or are best left blind.
Seems it’s a Guiness, 
Then mind your business,
That’s fine.
Cann-it. Grasp,
Like I ever asked.
But you can hold it,
While I mould tins into 
My stomachs stash.
But I’ll mind my Guiness
and take the road, 
As I know 
it’s the only one who’ll dote, 
and host me openly
Token free
Here’s hoping G
Until my very last.
So I’ll embrace the liquid taste
And face straight at the facts
And let the river run in me
And let their rivers run past.
Where’s your favourite place for a beer? ————————— Poem: Quarter —————————- Location: Tyneside Pub —————————- Life once in colour, Shudder brothers And see it fade. I spy a cover, For the others and their signs of age... ing Graceful, But still a face full of wrinkled lines, That say bruv, are you sinking ? Or just thinking of booking faces to shopped timelines. Their shadows cast A gasp at how long friendships last And then get sidelined. Not worth a hello, Or how’s it go? It’s a crime. Man they can’t be assed, For the task Or are best left blind. Seems it’s a Guiness, Then mind your business, That’s fine. Cann-it. Grasp, Like I ever asked. But you can hold it, While I mould tins into My stomachs stash. But I’ll mind my Guiness and take the road, As I know it’s the only one who’ll dote, and host me openly Token free Here’s hoping G Until my very last. So I’ll embrace the liquid taste And face straight at the facts And let the river run in me And let their rivers run past.
What’s your favourite snow memory?
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Poem: BELOVED BEYOND BORDERS
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Location: (Baltic in the Baltic, Art Centre)
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To fall back in,
Love,
To fall back in,
Love must timely climb back out.
Over and over,
Dove,
Shoulder to shoulder, 
Gravity comes about.
But eyes have apples,
And downward distance to travel,
Hurtle past hands that signed the doubts.
Countries decree 
It’s not you,
It’s me,
Pleading cease these 
Foreign glees without!
But depth over distance,
Measured by my resistance,
To enough bluffings
On nothing,
“Political grounds.”
Because I’m bored of your borders,
And the orders tall, taller,
Then drinking after the drought.
So I can wait for the water,
For a tie-dyed daughter,
To let love play loudly throughout.
What’s your favourite snow memory? ————————————— Poem: BELOVED BEYOND BORDERS ————————————— Location: (Baltic in the Baltic, Art Centre) ————————————— To fall back in, Love, To fall back in, Love must timely climb back out. Over and over, Dove, Shoulder to shoulder, Gravity comes about. But eyes have apples, And downward distance to travel, Hurtle past hands that signed the doubts. Countries decree It’s not you, It’s me, Pleading cease these Foreign glees without! But depth over distance, Measured by my resistance, To enough bluffings On nothing, “Political grounds.” Because I’m bored of your borders, And the orders tall, taller, Then drinking after the drought. So I can wait for the water, For a tie-dyed daughter, To let love play loudly throughout.
What’s your favourite concert venue?
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Location: Boiler Shop Steamer
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Poem: ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE ———————————————————Check yourself,
Step your stealth 
And beware,
For it’s a jungle out there.
Thai tigers are silent
Lying lions are violent.
So don’t stop and stare,
For it’s a jungle out there.
Wolves walk side streets
Falcons fly high peaks
Gamekeepers glare
For it’s a jungle out there.
So don’t stop in the city
Safari settlements, not pretty
Go lock the doors and huddle
Dont stumble out in the rumble
That urban advice is fair
For it’s a jungle out there.
What’s your favourite concert venue? ——————————————————— Location: Boiler Shop Steamer ——————————————————— Poem: ITS A JUNGLE OUT THERE ———————————————————Check yourself, Step your stealth And beware, For it’s a jungle out there. Thai tigers are silent Lying lions are violent. So don’t stop and stare, For it’s a jungle out there. Wolves walk side streets Falcons fly high peaks Gamekeepers glare For it’s a jungle out there. So don’t stop in the city Safari settlements, not pretty Go lock the doors and huddle Dont stumble out in the rumble That urban advice is fair For it’s a jungle out there.