Birdsongs

Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs.

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Saturday, 24 May 2014

The Nightshift blues

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The Nightshift blues Four-twenty eight and one second, two Three seconds, five, six and seven seconds gone. Four-twenty eight and t...
Thursday, 13 February 2014

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Goodbye England’s rose What words? What noise? What tears? Will ever do her justice? Goodbye is such a hateful sound I can’t brin...
Saturday, 11 January 2014

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Just don't  Don't tell me you know how I feel Don't tell me you understand   Don't tell me it's going to be ok  Bec...
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Monday, 11 November 2013

Loved

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Loved I just met you, just a few moments ago And you made me feel loved. You looked at me once, Saw something you liked. You li...

Falls

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Falls Water cascading through water Mountains of foam brushing away the rocks. Tides parting, breaking, merging The roar of the w...

If I tried

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If I tried If I tried to explain it you just wouldn’t believe me: It’s paradise, heavenly, Too good to be true If I tried to ...
Saturday, 9 November 2013

My Oliver

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My Oliver My best friend and my silent partner My warmth, comfort, my sense of belonging. My baby, ward, my beautiful soul, My de...
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