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 “There is paradoxical privacy to be found in the heavens above” Bella quotation In all of time and despite folklore’s traditional beliefs, there was only ever just the one unicorn. It was thousands of years old. However, only a pure as the driven snow virgin could capture that unicorn. In that regard prehistoric legend had it right. Regardless, the sole unicorn in question, despite his renowned…

See what happens to the old brick wallswhen the ghost comes out at nightshe screams and howls at passers byunder a crescent moon's half lightthe sign said 'Graffiti is illegal'the sign said 'Just go awaythis is no place for a ghost to be'she just smiled and had her say"I may not be allowed herebut you can't deny me of the chanceto dress up all forgotten bricksand set them free to dancethat way…

Carried on the East windThat freezing cold EasterlyCocky springtime overlookedSilent snowflakes as noisy starlingsA murmuration of cloud shavingsWhirling white, swooping, nosedivingUnited, they put on the gig of all gigsHypnotising a frosty festival audienceMagic to the eyes of small people Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved, save for the the photo. Unauthorised copying, reproduction, hiring,…

From the native girls, I sought comfort After having sailed all the seven seas Yet back when I first cast my eyes on Matilda Her delicacy dropped me to my knees   Of course, that was so long ago now The year 1925 But my time with the lovely Matilda Was the only time I felt truly alive   I courted, wined and dined her From Saigon to old Mandalay On horseback across the Silk…

Stay away from the entranceshut your eyes, you're immuneon the dark side of nowhereyou're a charcoal cartoonLike nightmares and dreamslookalikes never look backthey say there's no in-betweenwhen you're just one of the packI'll write a brand new melodydedicate it all to youwith words you can't count onif only you knewA heart full of hurtdon't mend on its ownyou only find yourselfinside the…

Fishing for rainbowsUnder dark cloudsNo antidote for dreamingin the daylight hoursYou've captured the bird songThe sounds of the seaCaptured the silenceOf infinityCaptured the galeThe scream of the foxCaptured the earthquakeThe tick of the clockYet now when you're huntingThe old sounds they've freedAll that you're hearingIs a human stampede Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved, save for the the…

Stay away from the entranceshut your eyes, you're immuneon the dark side of nowhereyou're a charcoal cartoonLike nightmares and dreamslookalikes never look backthey say there's no in-betweenwhen you're just one of the packI'll write a brand new melodydedicate it all to youwith words you can't count onif only you knewA heart full of hurtdon't mend on its ownyou only find yourselfinside the…

This is a scandalous little story that commenced the beginnings of a book my wife and I were writing while drinking bottle after bottle of red wine each evening outside of a wonderful bar in France a few years ago. As to the complete book itself we called it ‘Whatever Happened to Eve?’ That said, I live in hope that you might relish this opening short-story of ours.        ~ AN AUDIENCE WITH…

In this land where the sky knows mostly only how to rain I wondered if and when I would see the sun again On this planet that mostly knows only how to fight The clock is ticking down to toward dark midnight Bombs and poor excuses feed the hawk In return the broken innocents get sweet talk From the leaders in ivory towers faking distress The same leaders who created this evil mess The jazzman's…

I am ill as of now. Not good. I hope I can get back soon Regards, Mike

JEAN LEON GEROME HIS PICTURES1824-1904~Years ago back in schooldays I found that history was for me. I lived it and to me the Ottomans became my favourite subject. Even with time long gone those where magic days and still are. I never thought I'd be telling my story here on a blog, yet these days It sounds disgusting, yet what I say is so, so sad but it's true. I hope it doesn't offend you, but…

JEAN LEON GEROME HIS PICTURES1824-1904~Years ago back in schooldays I found that history was for me. I lived it and to me the Ottomans became my favourite subject. Even with time long gone those where magic days and still are. I never thought I'd be telling my story here on a blog, yet these days It sounds disgusting, yet what I say is so, so sad but it's true. I hope it doesn't offend you, but…

Behind a cloak of man-made clouds a worn-out Moon takes time out for a break it's lost its faith in Planet Earth a place of tears and of heartache Below politicians swear by national anthems philosophers on a line of coke priests get off on looking skyward the poor, the poor just hope Let the birth-rates tumble let time and tide stand still don't look back in sorrow it's just the Moon, it's had…

Behind a cloak of man-made clouds a worn-out Moon takes time out for a break it's lost its faith in Planet Earth a place of tears and of heartache Below politicians swear by national anthems philosophers on a line of coke priests get off on looking skyward the poor, the poor just hope Let the birth-rates tumble let time and tide stand still don't look back in sorrow it's just the Moon, it's had…

It’s a logical conclusionNo time for turning backObsession’s shut the door on youThat’s a thing they call paybackObsession’s not a perfumeIt’s just a self-centred private curseAn ever-growing cancerYou’re not the cure; you’re not the nurseYou’re in denial about the gathering upOf all the hearts you led astrayYet when those broken hearts cried for youYou pinned them on a green hill farawayYou turn…

Day turns to twilight on the railway platformI've been here forever or does it just seem that way?I sit cold and alone as a new star is bornwondering if I should leave now or should I stay?It's the waiting that kills mequestions bought; questions soldknowing the answersa future foretoldThe last time I saw you, you told me a secretthen take yourself off to where I don't knowI heard on the…

Day turns to twilight on the railway platformI've been here forever or does it just seem that way?I sit cold and alone as a new star is bornwondering if I should leave now or should I stay?It's the waiting that kills mequestions bought; questions soldknowing the answersa future foretoldThe last time I saw you, you told me a secretthen take yourself off to where I don't knowI heard on the…