Looking out of the window, he saw the crowds far in the distance like ants waiting for a strong foot to ground them down.‘Minister the people await you,’ calls an anxious official who at least still had faith in the people. He believed until shot in the forgotten purges.
The house on the hill wer a queer place. That’s what the folks all say after church. Too many bad things ‘ad happened since they came. Old Luke ‘ad even lost his best cows. Why no one attended church even when the minister ‘ad called. The strangers had to go.
Wedding night jitters Only really matters Royal minders say if Sovereign’s aperitif Ensures no hanky-panky Or shrinking dinky For they must a heir Frankly, and a spare.
This dame was sitting on the grass cus of her being too poor to sit up. She was eating some slop rather than proper food, when this great big black spider sidled up and started laying it on her. She just gave him a look that made him looked stomped.
The corpse of his wife had flaps of decaying flesh and the hair he remembered so well. Worms sat in her eye sockets and wriggled where once blue had blazed. The stench was of rotten earth but still his arms went out to her, She had come back as promised.
As they lay living skeletons betrayed by humanity and the laws of God, they struggled to accept a fate of being a ledger entry: teeth, clothes, gold all serving the needs of a State that didn’t need them.
'Lovely words, darling but too wordy for a script. Think visuals, darling.
Standing in the corridor, she glared at the waiter, .........‘Surly this is a mistake,’ .........‘No madam they are guests of the Count.’ .........From the cabin, the man wearing down-at-heel clothes and smoking a pipe called out, ‘you’ll alright love.’ His wife smiled at his manners as she sipped her beer.
The door finally opened, the gold black one closed for a thousand years, The tallest, and broadest of the men picked his bow up and strutted out, yelling to the horde to wait. He hungered for the outside to be his, But doors let in. They waited hungry as well.
What did you do at the end of the world, did you sing at last, or declare love to your boss. Was it a welcome break or a sad farewell. In a house scared of modern times, I played tag, I ran with the killers before they killed. Death had already called A radio reborn told us lies of hero’s struggle so we lingered in life ready for the death dealt us.
The beat, the beat rose. beating, beating louder and louder until the earth shook, then the pipes began the soft song of the silence between, together louder, louder making love to the beat, the beat. Voices join in and sing the world as the Sun risesto kiss the day.
The sleet falling made her mind up. She reached over for the phone, knocking over the pile of magazines and disturbing the two sleeping dogs. Pressing the speed dial, she got through to the travel agent. 'I want the cruise ala Mediterranean.’ She really wanted love but settled for chocolate.
Fame is here, you paint the good, the bad, and the ugly if money moves your fingers. You expose the soul of choice by colour, line and shade And by the thousands we come to admire or buy. So why the sombre brown portrait with eyes tearful, face downcast yet sensual lips with appetite. Was it empty days, your father’s life calling. Or was this the last gasp of honest art, the last real soul before the feast drove out taste.
When the dying time came, they knew what to do, As was the custom, they went to the House of Delight. The room you entered depended on the foretold death. They had come for a child’s delight so the playground with soaring swings, and puffing sand trains opens for him.
Sarah huddled on the bench looking at the other couples in the park enjoying the spring sunshine refreshing the ground. She just felt alone but turning away the empty tears was Granma’s parting words. ’Everyone has to have a rainy day. least how will they know when the sun shines?’
Off to the land of dragons and foreign tongues by the magic of copper trupence. No more for a summer the run for snuff but a stream, a forest and a night with stars.
You see a boy faint in the distance, I see a hero waiting to find that sliver moment when dappled sun kissed him like a mother, when roaring stream bounced him high like a father, when he knew joy.
A land where the moon dances and the Prince waits for true love carried by a unicorn, where giants roar and the book of your dreams make being alone a distant song for another day
‘Allen Wrench went into action; he knew he had to save Diamond Sal from the evil clutches of the evil people. He strode manfully down the corridor and at the door kicked it in to find his swooned damsel…’Michael groaned quietly, perhaps this writers circle wasn’t for him.
‘Music is the Devils work. The foretelling of fornication.’ ranted the Minister. A prim-lipped man suddenly stood up to sing in a faltering voice, ‘All you need is love, love, love is all you need.’ ..........One by one, the congregation stood turning grey into rainbow. The Barnsley Blessing had visited.
The quiet back row child is dull or stupid, just like the rest of them, the bloody paddies, they only drink, and need a good scrubbing. He had rags on and smelt of shit Tuesday. I get the creeps the way he looks at you, big empty eyes. The gossip says uncles have had a hand spreading legs, if you get my drift. I know the mom, so can believe. I knew the words your head made up, they leaked inside my brain slowing it up, a cancer waiting. to burst when ever happiness crept in I once had pills to scrub it dead but woke early knowing even Jesus says no so loved the child I was,to grow the man.
The flesh felt best cool with a hint of moisture as you stroked it by the light of golden gas. Making her neck stretch as veins throb for your tongue and teeth. ..........‘Excuse me, can we have the coffee we ordered now.’ ..........Dam the urges were getting stronger ..........‘Sorry madam.
‘I tell you what to do’, he struggled to say nearly falling off the barstool. They had been regaled with horror stories of what happens on the lecture circuit. Pulling up straight, he fixed on his words. ..........‘Always check your mike is off before saying you screw the boss’s wife.’
He fell in love with her faded, rusty look. He had enough of the gleaming waxwork blondes or the brittle brunettes who stuck around as long as his cash did. With her he wanted to make it so she was safe and never had to cry for what he did.
I was a changeling child abandoned but with golden hopes that real mum and real dad once secret deeds were done would rush crying to hold and hug, making me a real family Sitting, staring at a dirty bed listening to the drunkard brawls below, pictures formed of futures, of hospital mistakes so my home wormed away by a sickly child meant for this life. If I was really good or really ill Doctors and teachers would know who I was. I would have the birth meant for me.
‘Isn’t it fantastic to see so many old faces.’ she said with glass eyes and smile that made you know she married the Dentist. Pulling Harry in behind her, she charged towards the old gang waving at her with fixed smiles.Behind her, the gun was ready for payback time.
