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The Garret: Morbidity - A poem from my 1st book

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Wednesday, 22 June 2011. Morbidity - A poem from my 1st book. I have a dream, a fantasy. Where all men live in harmony. An end to pain and enmity. A new birth for humanity. Each day I wake reluctantly. And come back to reality. I look around in misery. And see the true insanity. A world ruled by brutality. We`re in the grip of tyranny. Choked by our own misanthropy. The masses in obscurity. Condemned to live in poverty. A life of harsh severity. Each day a new atrocity. Will reach new depths of cruelty.

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The Garret: Letter to the P.M.

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Wednesday, 16 January 2013. Letter to the pm. Dear mister prime minister. I am not very old. But I’m writing you this letter. Cos it’s time that you were told. My daddy doesn’t like you. And mummy doesn’t too. Cos daddy lost his job last month. And he says it’s cos of you. Now mummy’s got to find a job. So she can buy us shoes. And daddy now plays cards all night. But all he does is lose. My mummy isn’t happy. Cos my daddy couldn’t stay. He borrowed some-one’s money. And the police took him away.

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The Garret: Prosperity Calls

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Tuesday, 5 July 2011. The charges are set. We’re ready to blast. There’s no need to worry. The mountain will last. This rubble is needed. We’ve no time to rest. Stoke up the furnace. Don’t let the fire die. Keep the coal coming. We must keep producing. There’s more fuel to burn. The darkness at noon. Is not our concern. There’s no time to rest. There’re more trees to fell. The more we cut down. The more we can sell. It’s all they are good for. They’re dead anyway. Send out the trawlers. We have to get on.

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The Garret: A New Catastrophism for a New Era

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Thursday, 13 December 2012. A New Catastrophism for a New Era. During the 1930s a small group of Polish poets, associated with Czeslaw Milosz, became known as the Catastrophist school of poets. Aleksander Fiut explained in World Literature Today –. Terrence Des Pres, writing in the Nation, states –. The "central issues" of the time of the Catastrophist poets were the political and philosophical upheavals leading up to the. The central issues of our age are many and varied. We seem to be living in an ...

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The Garret: Thank you for your support

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Tuesday, 11 December 2012. Thank you for your support. I would just like to say a big thank you to every-one who supported my FreeBook Promotion. Over the weekend to celebrate the release of my new book, ' Apocalypse and Beyond. In paperback edition from Lulu.com. Considering it was kind of on the spur of the moment I think it all went quite well, although I think I learned a few valuable lessons for when I repeat it in the New Year. And as paperbacks from Lulu. Labels: Apocalypse and Beyond. Pulvis et U...

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The Garret: Christmas Cheer

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Tuesday, 25 December 2012. So soon that time is here again. Of peace and goodwill to all men. The passing of another year. Church bells ring out the Christmas Cheer. Green holly hanging on the doors. The streets are filled with Santa Claus. You’ll find him there in every store. Surrounded by fine gifts galore. But this year will you spare a thought. For all the poor children with nought? Or will you just repeat last year. And lose yourself in Christmas Cheer? Labels: Apocalypse and Beyond. Morbid, Who Me?

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The Garret: Nemesis

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Monday, 31 October 2011. Looming shadows drawing near. Darkness borne on wings of fear. Foot-steps echo close behind. Conjured spectres plague your mind. Lurking in the endless night. Stalking you as you take flight. As your nerve breaks start to run. Race of Death has now begun. Icy breath, spine-chilling touch. Blood runs cold, cadaver’s clutch. A tightened grip, you can’t break loose. You’re hanging in a rigid noose. Your chest is tight, your heart expands. You’re clawing at those vice-like hands.

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The Garret: Pulvis et Umbra Sumus

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Tuesday, 23 August 2011. Pulvis et Umbra Sumus. A numbness fills this earthly shell. As darkness fills my mind. My eyes are open wide and yet. These mortal orbs are blind. A distant rhythm, soft and slow. Its echoes gliding past. The future slowly fades into. Old memories that don’t last. The fading but persistent beat. Attempts to bind pure thought inside. This shell that never soared. The echoes slowly fade away. Forgotten for a time. The silence settles like a shroud. As chains of thought unwind.

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The Garret: God Save the Children

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Thursday, 5 January 2012. God Save the Children. God save the children. From the troubles of this life. Shield them and protect them. From the heartache and the strife. God save the children. Dry their tears when they cry. When the world mistreats them. Do not turn a blinded eye. God save the children. Cold and lonely in life’s rain. Shelter them and feed them. They just don’t deserve the pain. God save the children. Do not listen to the lie. Of those who’d exploit them. Do not let the children die.

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Life Is Yipees*****: April 2012

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Life Is Yipees* * *. Welcome To Life with Yipees! A place were tales are told for young and old! Monday, 30 April 2012. Rainbows In The Sky. BOWS IN THE SKY. Rainbows in the sky,. Are tricks mainly of the eye,. For tiny sprites are climbing stairs. Into fluffy clouds hanging there,. Beyond the marshmallow swirls. Up those glassy stairs that curl,. Up and up they rise. To the fairy castle in the skies. Gather every time it rains. But only when the sun shines,. To gossip, party and have a grand time,.