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Autumn

Autumn.A love poem from a long time ago. We were walking near the Liver buildings in Liverpool in the cold. I remember I had been forced to eat all of the dark chocolates from a Thornton's misshapes bag. Reading this back was quite painful because it ended badly and I'm full of regret.

After the Revolution

After the Revolution I was once a member of a very crazy organisation. This poem is about the feelings I felt when I managed to get out, hence the phrase, but keep your life.

Blood Rose

Blood rose Just what we have to do to stay alive. I like the lines your dreams/your criminal desires. There is a musical version of some of this but I need to get it down to MP3.

Fragment 1

Fragment 1 Just a couple of sentences to riff off.

This That

This That The kind of weird stuff that happens when you start training the mind. I lift my head from the stone I have been banging it against all my life and all previous lives to look at the sky.

For Trevor

For Trevor One of my colleagues from Oracle got knocked off a bridge by a car and drowned. He was only 30 or so and it cut us all deep.

The Voice of a Dream

The Voice of a Dream Haunting and confused stuff from a long time ago.