The World thru Jagged Eyes

The morning breaks in as the night before slowly fades to nothing but a memory; Green line on the Tv while sitting anxiously tapping away on the phone to contact Samsung to proclaim a fault on the TV unhappy face and need to punch someone. The need to light a cigarette but must wait till…

The Last Unicorn that sleeps

The blistering cold that sweeps the air; my eyes so close to tears. As my fingers troubled by the cold. These tears ain’t of sadness nor are tears of joy; the cold has induced these tears like unwelcome guests. As the bus moves ever so slowly through Feltham. The bus full of people who are…

Dreams of upper class entanglement

At times in my younger years I would imagine myself living amongst the upper echelons of society not for snobbery reasons or that I thought I deserved or earned the right to socialise with the top order of ¬†society nor did I have any belief I was posh; my father didn’t sit in his car…

A Blissful reunion of madness

Madness as it ensues is a chemical imbalance huh? ok maybe madness is just a form of expression to explain ones tendencies to do things out of the ordinary. Can you really measure madness? can it be summed up in a sentence or cured completely? questions that often spring to my mind; maybe my mind…

That dreaded Introduction Part

This is not one of those blogs that may entice you with happy images; nor is it a blog of self indulgent yarns about how special one is; though from the amount of sub-categories¬†I do have on this blog you may disagree? Well I was brought up to the Bee Gee’s Tracy Chapman, Queen, Status…