Housing The Thoughts Of A Poet
Oh the latest wheeze on bricks and mortar Tory hypocrisy, we have the buy one percent of the roof and beneath, by God the Tories are in mercenary desperation but…
Our Master In Heaven
You send truth and light and whatever the darkness of the constant world, held for us in suspension of magnetised aura, all air to be purified of man’s misdeeds forthwith…
When The East Wakes Up. My Own Theosophy.
When the East wakes up a darker cloud will depend, it’s something in the air heat and dust with deprivation and bone crushing political religious doctrine and ironclad dictatorship. THE…
Dogma
Indeterminate coincidences in never ending time a continuum of fear and pain with a moving light no one can reach, only in words uttered and written by passing doom mongers…
Chaos Theory
Too many hands clapping too many moths circling the street, lamp click and clap, alters a world. Alters a world in telepathic ripple over the convex of a seas horizon,…