To any Dead officer by Siegfried Sassoon x

Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say, Because I’d like to know that you’re alright. Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night? For when I shut my eyes your face shows plain; I hear you make some cheery old remark— I can rebuild you inContinue reading “To any Dead officer by Siegfried Sassoon x”

To Any Dead officer by Siegfried Sassoon

Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say, Because I’d like to know that you’re all right. Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night? For when I shut my eyes your face shows plain; I hear you make some cheery old remark— I can rebuild youContinue reading “To Any Dead officer by Siegfried Sassoon”

Heartfelt is sometimes hurting x by paul roberts

/ Where are the words mr roberts Where are those words The heartfelt sentiment and the minor thirds You got to know about one thing The barking, the whining did not sing 10 days the neighbours bitch on heat 10 days no sleeping or eating And then the staffy’s nuts were gone And infection heContinue reading “Heartfelt is sometimes hurting x by paul roberts”

Evolution by Design by Timothy Sim Seed

I love the way we evolved a bigger brain than we need just in case we need a mass storage unit. And I love that humans can create beautiful music and paint the perfect picture that says a thousand words of thanks to the marvel of design that evolution brought about. I love the lawsContinue reading “Evolution by Design by Timothy Sim Seed”

“thought i’d seen some ups and downs…”

When i bought my first Bob Dylan album i was 15 years young and at school. When i listened to it expecting a rolling stone i was gutted. My first Bob Dylan album was I think just called Bob Dylan. It took Nashville Skyline, Sub homesick blues, Free wheelin and more. When I listened toContinue reading ““thought i’d seen some ups and downs…””

Prison in Mind by Paul Roberts

Prison spaces are funny places. Like porridge people find comedy in adversity. And there were other things that worried me then. And Prison faces are weathered spaces. You see pain and pathos in their eyes. As they look down never up to catch your glance. But prison grace is something else. The hope that comesContinue reading “Prison in Mind by Paul Roberts”