As all people were equal, so was this man to all men and all females. They were allocated a strip of land in their small country, as were all. As they worked it they could watch over each other, equals to their side and at their side, working away at their strip of land. The … Continue reading A strip of freedom.
Many of the Very short introduction series books are brilliant, and a few are condescending, this is certainly more the latter than the former. Considering these little books are published by Oxford University Press and usually by a Professor in an English University you would expect the book to be scholarly written and packed full … Continue reading A very short introduction: The welfare state by David Garland, book review
The wind blowing leaves and grass over this green place, Like a new-born baby's hand gliding across its parent's face. The trees bending towards their sides, Almost blown over to the floor. Like suffering cold fingers unable to stretch out of their claw. Night taking from the day rays stealing. I know the feeling, Nights … Continue reading #68 – Bleach
Stable and sturdy. Standing secure. Solidly strong. Solitary but never alone. Sands have shifted to empty the glass. I don't notice you or the time that has passed. I pour my love and solitude onto you, And my passions are inscribed into your skin. Torn out pages resting next to arcane books. Light scratchings and … Continue reading #67 – Ignored importance
Contemplation of all That has gone before. Solitude to find Yourself is poetry's law. Finding the voice, That says: "I must." Spiralling into that state again. Looking for that old, familiar resolve. I came back, I always come back. For a purpose, For a cause. Closing eyes but brightening the light. I find with solitude, … Continue reading #66 – Contemplation’s call
The shiny hangs vertical in strips of oink's torn out flesh, But none have the same salty aroma. Shaped like the disc upon heads; Which sits horizontally on the pale skinned, Genderless creatures of old paintings and glasses.
Too many days wasted on your solemn ways. Unable to feel joy, using people as toys. Preying on the tenderness of others, But never doing anything to help another. So I left you alone, we all left you alone. You cry at the injustice, when justice has been given. You moan at the solitude, when … Continue reading #64 – Left