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I sat on the train on the way home,

a way too young Goth teen in lace,

with carefully painted arched eyebrows,

sat on the seat opposite me and, just to

the right, as I wrote: “Try being serious,

after licking and sucking at a fruity lollipop,

all the way to its stick, on a sunny, quite

warm blue-sky sorta day… it’s just not possible.”

Walk-In-The-Wood Revisited



Walking back from the hospital

I went deep in the wood, to see

if I could find where I had been

twenty years, or so, before: yet

to do so had been one heckuvva

chore, as I pushed through fallen

trees and tangled branches, then

crossed a stream, taken a photo

and gone back to the intended

path and, under a lichen covered

trunk, to stand midst the smallest

of clearings, as I realized there

and then, that to get any further

I’d need a bulldozer, as so much

changed, in twenty years, plus.

So I entered and crossed a field

and fell onto nettles with my right

hand, before rising to follow the

road toward home, beneath a blue

-sky, never quite alone as I had

listened to the bird-song, that

drew me to a well-cared for

stretch of water, where I saw a

bird, which was the smallest

I had ever seen, clinging to the

top of a bull-rush; and then after

making a short film I crossed

back to the roadway to, continue

walking back, from the hospital.

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moonkissed
00:09 Mar 29 2011

Quite a journey!

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NoctusAngelusProcella
14:17 Mar 29 2011

lucky for you nothing else was broken but your fall :0

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Walking through Liverpool

I felt like a fool as I was the

only one not wearing green

if you know I mean?



There were those in short

skirts and, even shorter skirts,

with more flesh on display, than

you’d find in your butchers window.



There were Guiness hats, dwarfin

those wearing them, in black ‘n white,

if’n you know what you mean?



An on the radio, before I left the ‘ouse

Patrick Kilty says to Missus Butler’s

Eldest son, that if you have to ask what

is the Craic? You’ll never understand.



And on the station, on the tube, I saw

a fellow in white and green, dressed

like a Saint, white luminous large

plastic yellow glasses and, as the train

arrived, I wondered what to say about

the way of St. Paddy’s day, or perhaps

I should say, Saint Patrick’s Day, that

is if you know what I mean?

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DestroyingAngel
08:41 Mar 19 2011

*giggles* This was awsome :P

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NoctusAngelusProcella
22:53 Mar 20 2011

what a cute little diddy I love this one. I needed a hug today but Here I find a smile, that's even better.

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On a sunny spring blue-sky day, I followed the way of my day, as I left my home and, wearing my thigh-length leather with a multitude of pockets and my black leather cap and John Lennon glasses that can pass as shades; and I’d got the bus, then train and bus back to town yet again, after I walked down by Central Park Liscard, to post a birthday card, inside a light purple envelope for my friend, with two kids and a job; and I’d like to think that she might know what feeling went into the act, as I’d had inside the card a smaller envelope, with a largish stone on an elegant gold coloured chain inside it: the last piece of jewellery left from that which late Mother possessed, that I liked.

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DestroyingAngel
08:10 Mar 11 2011

Oh my goodness Neil...

Amazing. Simply amazing! So very beautiful...



I really liked this! Thank you for sharing it with the world :)

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moonkissed
00:03 Mar 14 2011

Touching and descriptive :)

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L0KI
15:12 Mar 18 2011

nice my frind

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NoctusAngelusProcella
14:19 Mar 29 2011

such the way with words :)

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from my eyes to my mind to my heart and, back again, through to my fingers and then to the keyboard and screen.. if'n you know what I mean?

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L0KI
15:13 Mar 18 2011

yes my frind i know this all to well.

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