The frozen parade of granite faces stared down at them, though those observed seldom stared back up. There was no need, no benefit in acknowledging the immovable presence of the past. If anything it was a self-imposed torture to try, an opening up to acidic intrusions on lives lived in rough […]
Dylan
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The creature we all feed on feeds on us in return turning poisoned teeth of humans into emotional concerns not always loving missives not always hate filled curse but a necessary living to complete the human verse But the feeding turns to cruelty when we clamp down to the bone […]
Bring a hundred thousand people bring a hundred thousand more bring the armies of the faithful bring the legions of the poor bring all of those belonging and the ones who are left out Bring the children of tomorrow and those aged with crushing doubt bring all of the resistance […]
What do you call this future? The one at the end of the rat run you’ve built out of today and into tomorrow? The one we can see as a pin-prick at the end of the tunnel, a pin-prick of grey light and confinement. Why do you want us to […]
It’s odd to be a Londoner abroad. Or any city-dweller for that matter. Looking at local life beyond your metropolis and knowing how small and meagre a re-imagining it is compared to the crazed and fiery life of millions of people clinging to one united concrete haven. Aware on top […]
It’s not the Devil you need to fear Not the shudder of feeling which drags you underground, into granite cells scored with solitude Not the sigh of loss which brushes raw memories or the clear space left to gulf what remains It’s the indifference of silence The echoing stillness of […]
When you find yourself buying the dreams you used to make with immature passion as an ignorant expansion of those feelings with no name When the naked truth has found an outfit selected from the screen where nothing is left laid bare but a desperate need to be seen When […]
As part of the slow build-up to the release of No Cure for Shell Shock I’ll be sharing work on a few sites to spread the word and Immaculate Fracture is the first such piece. be sure to check it out as a taster for what’s to come!
A minor thing, but dedicated to Kathleen ‘Daish’ Winkley nonetheless. A life well lived is never ended From graves or ashes hands reach out fingers extend to brush against the living To wipe away tears stroke hope into the hopeless caress the unseen and hold the lost in a grip […]
What was once forgotten is remembered just the same lessons learned made vivid old names cried out in vain Moments long made history alive in present tense undead steps to dead ends too late for recompense Old journeys are now over tracks lost in choking dust with the next step […]