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Here I am playing the game

 

all around me people are going insane

 

Up each morning earning their daily bread

 

marx and lenin hardly being read.

 

 

 

Day turns to night

 

the digital light

 

burning

 

for what are we now yearning

 

 

 

worldly fine tuning

 

and the axis is turning

 

catastrophies leering

 

cajoling and steering

 

existential vapours caressing

 

 

 

our sordid desires

 

gaping deep

 

into our insatiable cordless fires

 

 

 

Still waters run deep

 

i am still playing the game,

 

 just not enough to see me again.

 

 

 

 

 

Why I still do it
Why I still do it  

 

 

Dip down Dip down

 

There ain't no damn trickle down

 

 

 

Prices have risen so proudly

 

Shares have gone through the roof

 

Your (ISAS) are safe as houses

 

Proudly remaining aloof

 

 

 

Dip down Dip down

 

There ain't no damn trickle down

 

 

 

The scum all waiting at the food bank

 

The loosers all sleeping in the park

 

Get off your sweet little asses

 

And fill out the forms below

 

 

 

Dip down Dip down

 

There ain't no damn trickle down

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

Everything was fine till passing that  call

 

Openimg  up and questioning  it all

 

The rebel beside me

 

Churning around breaking in turmoil

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

An inert joy inspired me

 

In Noticing the reaction And contraction

 

Of The effectivity of this state

 

On the consumer of my trait

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

Anger emotions out of control

 

Plastered nicely in my inner wall

 

avoiding confinement by the state ,

 

still leading to deepening  hate

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

 

 

Betrayed all along left to my fate

 

different to all at that date

 

No need to worry

 

Needless of  your sorry

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

A second voice out of control

 

My mind ignited inside me

 

I want to be good  

 

10 miles tall and seeing it all

 

 

 

 

 

Living with Pilatus and Paul

 

Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

Glass Vitrine.

 

 

 

How was your day, i don't really care

 

Why do you worry, you don't have to fear,

 

Do you remember our first sweetend tear

 

Under my control, you have entered my lair

 

 

 

I cook to perfection the dish fore your eyes

 

But something is missing in your applause

 

Let me guide you, in dismantling walls

 

Believe me my darling, forget all them lies

 

 

 

Stop the press, only good news to go

 

All the rest you don't need to know

 

Stop the press, only good news to go

 

All the rest you don't need to know

 

 

 

I left some space, come sit down beside me

 

Time has been saved, your reminder light is now out

 

Leaving you, honey, without any doubt

 

Only with me, can you ever be free

 

 

 

Deflecting your thoughts, disecting your dream

 

I know all too well what you sometimes go through

 

Trust in me baby, i know what to do

 

Putting your life into my glass vitrine

 

 

 

Stop the press, only good news to go

 

all the rest you don't need to know

 

Stop the press, only good news to go

 

All the rest you don't need to know

 

 

 

Deflecting your thoughts, disecting your dream

 

Putting your life into my glass vitrine

 

 

 


 

 

Doing a favour was

 

not part of the deal

 

It was you and you

 

alone who set up this ordeal

 

 

 

Owing you

 

is void of all fun

 

a shot in the head

 

is better than none

 

 

 

I didn't ask

 

you offered it me

 

you were crawling

 

on your one free knee

 

 

 

to curry some favour

 

you put down your arms

 

you laid your rules

 

all in my palms

 

 

 

Your addictIon to return

 

disminshed those claims

 

his leadger of bad debts

 

is all that remains

 

 

 

v

 

 

 

He is fit for work Hes just putting it on

 

We cant write him off for so long

 

Hes bluffing hes huffing hes having us on

 

 

 

Collateral damage is part of the game

 

Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

 

 

Value for money, shareholders worth

 

Incremental movements pouring oil on the flames

 

Lets find lodgings for the remaining names

 

 

 

Collateral damage is part of the game

 

Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

 

 

 

 

Under us we will get him working again

 

Squeezing out the last marginal worth

 

Even if it means putting him under the earth

 

 

 

Collateral damage is part of the game

 

Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

 

 

 

 

The greed flowing out of the eyes

 

Mind accounting an extra comma here and there

 

Energizing the wealth with cool jelled down hair

 

 

 

 

 

Collateral damage is part of the game

 

Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

 

 

 

 

The shyers the conners the having it oners

 

Will reap what they sow as they pay as they go

 

Whilst we at the top wont need to know

 

 

 

Collateral damage is part of the game

 

Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He is fit for work Hes just putting it on

 

We cant write him off for so long
Hes bluffing hes huffing hes having us on

 

Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

Value for money, shareholders rebirth

 

Incremental moves pouring oil on the flames
Lets find lodgings for the remaining names

 

Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

Under us we will get him working again

 

Squeezing out a magical marginal worth
Even if it means putting him under the earth

 

Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

Addictive greed flowing out of the eyes

 

Mind accounting an extra comma here and there
Energizing the wealth with cool jelled down hair

 

Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

The shyers the conners the having it oners

 

Will reap what they sow as they pay as they go
Whilst we at the top wont need to know

 

Collateral damage is part of the game
Rolling on costs increasing the gain

 

Resilience is ... I am bending around , shrinking , changing my form. finding a place to fill, elastic , formable, deforming my shape , all fo rthe good of avoiding red tape. my brain is imploding -- too many ifs too many whys . overloaded emotions -- confusing lies-. which way to turn . no routes to take overcoming fears playing down threats ignoring effects-- welcome to denial .. Resilience is--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SURROUNDED : Everything around me , has been used, carrying actions thoughts not all mine.. memories of where and when or from whom place time person , a memory game.. a symbol of poverty , banality meaness or wealth. trendsetter or admiiting defeat.. nothing exists all by itself. the inverse must be to provide (the old) for me

 

Out of date, still nutrition inside .. open the can beware its rusty outside.. pour in the pot energy switched on warming up degree by degree spluters and bursts heat turned down simmering along to the sounds of the waves inside steam arising aroma filling the time stood still walls . satisfaction a meal awaits .. out of date

 

... Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl Everything was fine till passing that call Openimg up and questioning it all The rebel beside me Churning around breaking in turmoil Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl An inert joy inspired me In Noticing the reaction And contraction Of The effectivity of this state On the consumer of my traint Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl Betrayed all along left to my fate different to all at that date No need to worry Needless of your sorry Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl A second voice out of control My mind ignited inside me I want to be good 10 miles tall and seeing it all Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

Henry

 

 

 

A bass in the corner

 

What a disgrace

 

It was Henry's, it was

 

Before he got it in the face

 

 

 

Playing so cool

 

His beat took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

 

 

Starting his life,

 

Playing on the farm

 

Which were o be fatile

 

As it was going to do him harm

 

 

 

Strumming in the band

 

With his fat and grizzly hands

 

He got the girls at dancing

 

Sweltering in the sands

 

 

 

Playing so cool

 

His beat took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

 

 

Past came a calling

 

Was it a sign for love?

 

Standing at the [thresher]

 

Suddenly comming alive

 

Throwing out eery sound

 

Stopping Henry's jive

 

 

 

Playing so cool

 

His beat took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

Took up the room

 

 

 

A bass in the corner

 

What a disgrace

 

It was Henry's, it was

 

Silence taking up the space

 

 

 

A loner in life just lost and found

 

No time left for the profound

 

The passing of time is a deceptive sign

 

Bordering on a thin line

 

 

 

Never connecting with those around

 

Failing all common ground

 

 

 

Underchallenged

 

Underachieved

 

Undernourished

 

Things he believed

 

 

 

Sinking down lonely, shut out but void of pain

 

Striving towards power glory and gain

 

Entrenched in ones self pity and shame

 

Plans all unwritten and (even) lame

 

 

 

Never connecting with those around

 

Failing all common ground

 

 

 

Misrated

 

Mislayed

 

Misvalued

 

Things he paid

 

 

 

Not fitting into any particular plot

 

Though every pan has its top

 

Looked down upon, scorned and misconstrued

 

Constantly being riddiculed

 

 

 

Never connecting with those around

 

Failing all common ground

 

 

 

Constipated

 

Conspired

 

Controlled

People he admired

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode

 

 

 

you alltogehter got me back on my feet

 

you gave me some dosh to start a new line

 

thanks to you i am doing fine

 

 

 

i bought an old house

 

using loads of your things

 

inspired hundreds of others

 

to apply for new wings

 

 

 

the grass is now greener

 

on my side of the hill

 

ta for mentioning in your latest will

 

before your taking your last favourite pill

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything was fine

Till the time

Came

My mind ignited

Opened up

Questioned it all and

The rebel inside

Churned around

 

A second voice out of control

Living with Pilatus and Paul

I wanted to be good

...

Living with Pilatus and Paul

(Reim auf Paul // crawl/sprawl/drawl)

 

An inert joy fired me

Noticing the reaction

And contraction

The effectivity of my state

On the consumer of its trait

 

Betrayed by my so called mates

I was different I suppose

What I ordered today

is consumed by tomorrow

No need to worry

about your sorrow

 

A second voice out of control

living with Pilatus and Paul

 I wanted to be good

 

Too many things started

but nothing complete

Long hours commissioned,

thinking on them feet

 

Provoking attachments,

But getting none

Disillusioned moments

Awarding deluded fun

 

Either or goes on tour

Pleasing little minds

Too many people start to bore

Smothering over all unkinds

 

Faces carresseing  solitude

Catalysed thoughts spuing out

Taking words  to allude

Confronting goals to surmount

 

Anger emotions out of control

Plastered nicely in my inner wall

surppresed concisely,

avoiding confinement by the state

still leading to hate  to a terrible  fall

 

Sadness deeply embroiled

etching away at my lonely soil

surppresed concisely, within

a hardness a softness  turmoil   a hardening softening turmoil

 

emmeresd in battle

paralyness analyness

outbursts of fear

combusting in a tear.

 

Deffering to authority

they had us by our balls

 

 

All the years fighting finding a place

All just started in the city's mall

Went up like a rocket that baseline ace

Carmouflage suckers planning to call

 

Losing it all with one embrace

No chance more (...)

Back to the roots, try and retrace

The rise and fall of (...)

 

Waking up with sweat on the face

Voices pushing towards a fall

All around are on this case

Touching, prodding, giving it all

 

Losing it all with one embrace

No chance more to (...)

Back to the roots, try and retrace

The rise and fall of (...)

 

Rolling on costs to increase the gain

(...)

Putting all the marginals to the deepest of shame

making the life so (…)

 

Losing it all with one embrace

No chance more to (...)

Back to the roots, try and retrace

The rise and fall of (...)

 

I've been damaged by your smiles

Ingratiated by your lies

Forced to break all my ties

Beneath (under) my body the truth lies

 

Worst of all

I started it all

...

[If there is a God hear my call

Held in by detection(s)

Trussed up perception(s)]

 

My thoughts unfocused and confused

Scattered and diffused

Intermittedly beaten and abused

Mutilated passions desperately (re)used

 

Worst of all

I started it all

...

[If there is a God hear my call

Held in by detection(s)

Trussed up perception(s)]

 

This is my case

Will I ever end this race

And bow down to save my face

Amongst the softness of heathen lace

 

Everything was fine

till the time

Came

my mind ignited opened up

quetioned all and

the rebel inside churned around finding an outlet

 

An inert joy fired me

noticing the reaction and contraction ,

the effectivity of my state

on the consumer of the action

 

A second voice out of control,

living with Pilatus and Paul

I wanted to be good  what i did was not too bad

a know all, show off, clumsy, desperate dan. Bad tempered, sneaked upon, shat upon bullied, blackmailed

big mouth, tantrums . anger outbursts  supressed aggression, deep sadness  suicidal thoughts /

 

 

(at 8 or 9 should i jump out of window Hildas called me stupid and come along  go out and play alone)

Betrayed by my so called mates Mark and Paul

I was different I suppose. Active never sitting still. Avoided conflict for my own good, did not have my anger under control did not want to be confinded by the state which i was already beginning   to hate)

 

Anger emotions out of control

Plastered nicely in my inner wall

surppresed concisely,

avoiding confinement by the state ,

still leading to hate

 

 

 

 

 

Sadness deeply embroiled

etching away at my lonely soil

a hardness a softness emmeresd in battle

paralyness analyness outbursts of fear combusting in a tear.

Deffering to authority

they had us by our balls

No holding back in showing

Who had all the calls

 

Motified , debilitated

following the course

defying all logic

no signs of remorse

 

 

Seething defiance

embossed on our souls

holding back with patience

filling in the wholes

 

paralising analysing

throwbacks all in line

trussed up emotions

waiting for the time

 

tantilisng freedom

caressing inner lives

stimulating contentment

only the best survives

the search, demand for perfection has always been used to create elites as an acknowledged pecking order,

unions have been scorned upon partnerschafts etc

group or team sucess is given less esteem

doing it on ones own gives the biggest orgasm

the sum of the parts should never be bigger than the whole  according to capitalist logic . economic and resource logic it is perfect

how many skills and ideas are killed by lack of teamwork and sharing and collaboration???

 

Too many things started but nothing complete

Long hours ,,,commissioned, thinking on them feet

Provoking enlatchments, getting none

Disillusioned moments deluded fun

Either or goes on tour

Too many people start to bore

Little things please little minds

Covering up all unkinds

Your face carresses my solitude

Taking words ahead to allude

Thoughts catalysing spuing out

Confronting goals to surmount

 

 

 

I ve been damaged by your smiles

Ingratiated by your lies

Forced to break all my ties

Beneath (under) my body the truth lies

 

My thoughts unfocused and confused

Scattered and diffused

Intermittedly beaten and abused

Mutilated passions desprately reused

 

Worst of all (I started it all) this is my case

Will I ever end this race

And bow down to save my face

Amongst the softness of heathen lace

 

you cant work withnout no structure

So i give you a hand , before you rupture

Your mind is working so miniscule

No time do you plan to look over the pool

 

Here I am playing the game all around me people are going insane Up each morning earning their daily bread marx and lenin hardly being read. Day turns to night the digital light burning

for what are we now yearning.

worldly fine tuning and the axis is turning catastrophies leering cajoling and steering

existential vapours caressing our sordid desires gaping deep into our insatiable cordless fires

Still waters run deep i am still playing the game, just not enough to see me again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday 10.00 to 16.00

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Robert Berridge

 

 

 

Count your blessings that I ve come at all
there are other places to go
so let me see you crawl
or s hall we wait and enjoy your fall

 

24 7 is what we want and all you do is go off on a ball
too many books have passed through those hands
giving you thoughts above your place
why do you think you can save the human race

you are here to serve

our comfort system
not

to thow our whims i

nto a self built shoddy latrin


when its gone

it will seem you have never been
so get the door open and and fullfill our dream

you are bored and dare to waste out time
writng infantile poetry which dont even rhyme
if you cant do it well knock it on the head
or dig a big a whole

in your vegetable bed

this will become your most read

piece
packed away int that newly purchased shed
off the wheels turn, away, from the crowds
heaving with force massive turds,
so much better than words

 

 

 

It was as if i was born again

Until i saw i had become so thin

It was over , I had won but

little did I know the battle had just begun.

Floods of fluids were stuck in my veins seeking out just what remains.

Pines of slime trickled  in , the bystanders shook with every limb, not for me but their selves living somewhere within.

Flashes passing, touching sparks of joy did they know if  I were a boy or a girl, craving for an intravenous whirl.

kicking out  all senuous desires beyond belief of my living cells  counting the dead one by one.

Which were telling  lies

Turning over pages of love and hate waiting hopefully for a change to my fate pictures moving before my eyes doubts , regrets, images fading , swelling,soaked to pulp, will I see again a glimmer of hope.

Too late, you have had your fun since

the begining of time we have all

breathed, and infused ourselves with  this feeling,

but too late Oh, it is oh so too late. 

 

 

Grumpy old man

 

Its gone I want it back

Who took it and

Put it in an old sack

 

It was there now its away

I didnt notice until this day

 

As its free, you pay no fee

So much better than a cup of tea

 

Feelings lost entangled  nerves

Striving for those just deserves

 

Blank to pictures of tenderness

Retarded needs  soft carress

 

 Solid shutters bar the way

No gleam of light on this day

 

Slithers of hope flashing bye

Almost caught as here I lie

 

Resurgent emotions slowly rise

Big enough to fit my size

 

Make the move change the lane

You can find it once again

 

Its gone I want it back

Who took it and

Put it in a sack

                             Burns Night

January 25th marks the annual celebration of Scotland's national poet Robert Burns. Find out about his life and poetry, the Burns supper

 

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; 
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. 
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, 
While the star of hope she leaves him? 
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me; 
Dark despair around benights me. 

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, 
Naething could resist my Nancy: 
But to see her was to love her; 
Love but her, and love for ever. 
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, 
Had we never lov'd sae blindly, 
Never met-or never parted, 
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest! 
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest! 
Thine be ilka joy and treasure, 
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure! 
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! 
Ae fareweel alas, for ever! 
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, 
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.


www.scotland.org/whats-on/burns-night

 

When i sit with no fear without a tear

I  hear the key slide in the lock

Hoping for a smile and a certain look

Observing reading like a favourite book

 

is she looking back 

wondering where shes coming at

what will she find

is she changing her mind.

knowing i am there

is she having a scare

 

When i sit with no fear without a tear  

hearing the key slide in the lock

Conjuring images crystal clear

Tender love a mellowing blear

 

Remembering the  scenes

as we first met

taking  a final bet

she chose me 

was my first thought thought

merely a last onslaught/ resort

 

 

When i sit with no fear without a tear

I  hear the key slide in the lock

Hoping for a smile and a certain look

Observing reading like a favourite book

 

my pride, there for me

 as i faintly hoped

was i mildly doped

no lights in her eyes

was I one of her lies

giving me soulful cries

 

When i sit with no fear

without a tear

I  hear/Hearing the key sliding in the lock

watching out for a leer

sitting up strangely straight

sensing no covered mock

 

Standing still all alone

Shining all coyly bright

Giving me her outstretched hand

Knowing  its  alright

Holding her rigidly tight

Sending me a perfect fright

 

When i sit with no fear without a tear

I  hear the key slide in the lock

Hoping for a smile and a certain look

Observing reading like a favourite book

 

 

as you drive passedas you drive passed

 

 

 

 

 

A small shop in the middle of Hamburg-

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Work Experience Placements

Cooking and Baking and Gardening

 

 

 

 

 

 When times are hard nothing better than bricks and mortar to keep you warm. The room for thinking and imagination, a place to ponder and think

 

 

 

 

Here I am playing the game all around me people are going insane Up each morning earning their daily bread marx and lenin hardly being read. Day turns to night the digital light burning for what are we now yearning. worldly fine tuning and the axis is turning catastrophies leering cajoling and steering existential vapours caressing our sordid desires gaping deep into our insatiable cordless fires Still waters run deep i am still playing the game, just not enough to see me again.the new holiday homethe new holiday home

 

my warehouse full of treasures to fund me in my old agemy warehouse full of treasures to fund me in my old age

 

 

 

 

 the chicken hut

 

 

 

The warehouse full for my old age

 

 

SURROUNDED : Everything around me , has been used,    carrying actions thoughts not all mine.. memories of where and when RefugeRefugeor from whom place time person , a memory game.. a symbol of poverty , banality meaness or wealth. trendsetter or admiiting defeat.. nothing exists all by itself. the inverse must be to provide (the old) for me
Out of date, still nutrition inside .. open the can beware its rusty outside.. pour in the pot energy switched on warming up degree by degree spluters and bursts heat turned down simmering along to the sounds of the waves inside steam arising aroma filling the time stood still walls . satisfaction a meal awaits .. out of date
 
... Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
 
Everything was fine till passing that call Openimg up and questioning it all The rebel beside me Churning around breaking in turmoil
 
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
 
An inert joy inspired me In Noticing the reaction And contraction Of The effectivity of this state On the consumer of my traint
 
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
 
Betrayed all along left to my fate different to all at that date No need to worry Needless of your sorry
 
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl
 
A second voice out of control My mind ignited inside me I want to be good 10 miles tall and seeing it all
 
Living with Pilatus and Paul Absorbing the urban spawl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Resilience is ... I am bending around , shrinking , changing my form. finding a place to fill, elastic , formable, deforming my shape , all fo rthe good of avoiding red tape. my brain is imploding -- too many ifs too many whys . overloaded emotions -- confusing lies-. which way to turn . no routes to take overcoming fears playing down threats ignoring effects-- welcome to denial .. Resilience is--

 

 

 

 

 

 small is beautifulsmall is beautiful

 

 

 

My new range stocked is Grandma Wildes Biscuits

www.grandmawildes.co.uk

 

A picture says a thousand words

 

 

A reflection of me in a mirror.
Who is that looking at you?A reflection of me in a mirror. Who is that looking at you?

 

I stock a good range of Fullers beers and Cider and beer pint glassesI stock a good range of Fullers beers and Cider and beer pint glasses