Fool me (julie)

Do you fancy chess
Or maybe pool.
I'll play your game
But I'm no fool
And if you fancy
A quick head game
I'll play with language
And I'll leave you lame.
I'll break your mind
And I'll drop you dead
If you try to climb
Inside my head.
I'm a big boy now
And I'll kick your arse
If you dare to play
Out of your class.
I don't mess about
With silly girls
Despite the shit
My EX-wife hurls.
D'ya wanna play?
D'ya wanna play with me?
I'll win this game
Stick about and see.
I'm gonna leave
This game on top
So cut the crap
You better stop!

Urban Decay

Oh how I long to see
some beauty in this city.
See sunlight stencil patterns
through girders in the sky.
Streets with no reported crime
whilst a racist cop walks by.
Sit in calm green spaces
of the mugger's roundabouts.
Meditate the joys of life
though thought's drowned out by shouts.
Fine churches and cathedrals
to make up for their sins.
Food enough for everyone
piled up in the bins.
Everybody smiles at you
in case you might be mad.
The milk of human kindness
destined to go bad.
The friendly hand that greets
as the other holds you down.
The folks who'll always be here
'cos they can't escape this town.
See the bigger picture
through tired and jaded eyes.
Supporting what you know and love
by tricks and compromise.

Manic Martin (transcribed November 2009)
Manchester and beyond

"The song on my lips" by Nathan

you are the song on my lips,
the beat of my heart,
the birds that sing in the trees,
the sun on my skin,

the place where i finish
yet also begin
you are an angel
and i hear you sing

let me take you on a journey,
through the moon lit forests.
lets run together, like windswept leaves
through deserted city streets,

unbeknownst to sleeping minds of men,
let us bathe in the darkness of the night

Strong conversations upward

Strong conversations upward

like blood sugar

going berserk.

Bandana’d airmen stood on the airfield

drinking sake

I feel susceptible

in my blue coat

losing face

and then later, a place

when my friend

recovered from meningitis

in the same house

Not wishing to risk a tenth

on the dropped kerb, the click-finger synchronicity

with a journalist

amazingly led to nothin

(c) Richard Fletcher

What Does it Profit a Man

To gain the Whole World
But lose his soil?


. . . Rev Si

Picture 1

I saw a picture of a body that had thornes in it.
I saw Jesus taking out the thornes and running his hands over
the wounds.
They were closing up and healing.
This is a picture of what God wants to do with us this week.

Picture 3 - The Candle and the wick
I saw a picture of a candle with a smoldered wick.
Then I saw a lit taper.
It lights the candle and it bursts into flame.

I see the candle, with the words "Holy Spirit" written on it.
On the candle is written the words "Us, me, people".
This is a picture of what god wants to do for us.
Light the flame of the Holy spirit in us.

Picture 4 - The trees and flowers
I see a picture of a dark wood.
The wood seems totally dead, just like winter.
In the distance I see Jesus walking through the wood.
As Jesus walks through the wood,
trees burst into life, their is colour everywhere.
There are trees that have every kind of coloured leaves and needles.
This is a picture of what Jesus wants to do in our lives.
Jesus wants to bring colour into our lives.

The workers hate the upperclass

The workers hate the upperclass
The Upperclass the workers
But the ones who don't get off their arse
are hated most: the shirkers