What was once the stamp of a tramp and cut onto criminal class is now adorning the face and feet of the royalty aristocrat and the supermodel chic.

A poem I wrote about Poor snails that use to be so free swimming as jelly fish under the sea, now so trapped onto Terra Firma I can understand why they be depressed suffering from suicidal Tendencies throwing themselves under our feet on every garden path.

Growing up in a witches coven with them casting spiritual spells over everyone and everything I couldn't understand the stars then and still can't but they battled for the Sorseresse's supremacy, spiritually and sexually, seeming almost schizophrenic, it was hard to know which side of their personality planet they were on

A musing about walking into the old post office Harrogate which was like stepping back into another time falling out of sync, I was quickly brought back into line as though I'd committed a serious crime by crossing over some imaginary line that had long since been shuffled away by shoe and the ware of time.

Looking at my Godson Watching the Lion king I cast my mind back to childhood and when I first saw a pathetic  lion that was used in a  scrap yard chained, toothless clawless castrated, so cruel , it died of pneumonia , to bring such beautiful beasts from the Savannah to suffer in a  cage its so disgusting.

A poem about lord Kitchener's sabre rattling speeches/sermons,his soldiers were dying at the rate of 6000 a day aged between 16-18, he had printed into their war guide books that they must avoid wine and women meaning prostitutes, with a life expectancy of 17 Hours catching a little pox would have been  the least of their worries.

Blue bloods are quite simply mad , they treat normal reality as some sort of bland banality rules don't exist  and the rest of the  mortality is merely kept around  to entertain them in constant joviality.

A musing about road rage and how it affects all of us even the elderly and how when we're boiling in a tin can we quickly revert back to using our primitive brain stems

If ever you've been close to someone who's lost a newborn then you do feel if it were possible you would gladly swap places or souls with the new born.

All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you today the road to PERDITION is going to be litered with alot of the  righteous as well as the rotten.