It's Just An Illusion Baby.

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It's Just An Illusion Baby


It's just an illusion baby,
I thought you knew.
It's just an illusion baby,
This World so blue.

The stars in the sky.
The air we breath too.
It's just an illusion baby.
I thought you knew.

Our brain is just the hard-drive,
of a miniscule computer.
So small and so invisible,
I thought you knew.

Every vision that we see
on our computer screen,
is made up of just two digits.
I thought you knew.

Those images - magnificent,
that flash infront of you.
They're just an illusion baby,
I thought you knew.

Each word you type.
Each mouse-click too.
Instructions from the hard drive.
I thought you knew.

Life is just 'The World Of Warcraft'
being played out just for you.
To teach you all life's lessons.
I thought you knew.

'The Game Of Life' has a mind of it's own.
God's own hard-drive we've been shown.
It's just an illusion baby.
Now you Know.


Pete.

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The Fell.....

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The Fell.

Sometimes dark, sometimes blue,
the purple haze envelopes you.
Wraps you with it's swaddling skin
not letting other souls slip in.

A pumping fluiditious sound,
of a heart-beat that is so profound.
Protects and feeds you love each day,
until it's time to make your way.

Out into this world so cruel,
you enter more precious than any jewel.

The purple haze is fading,
it's done it's job so well.
But now you're on your own,
on your journey down the fell.

More treacherous a journey
you'll never undertake.
Your journey down the Fell of life
does not allow for any mistake.
One slip, you're on your own,
left to fate, will you be gone?

Blessed at the very start
with a vulnerable, precious, pure heart.
Each slip, each trip will damage you,
as you descend from the world you knew.

Love is the feeling you are shown.
But in your mind....you're on your own.
With Love comes Guilt, inseperable.
These twins make life intolerable.

The Fell has rocks and craggy slopes,
all very hard without strong ropes.
They hold you firm when you slip and fall.
They keep you straight and walking tall.

But ropes wear thin, and frey, then fail.
Who's there to catch you, hear you wail?
The Fell of life is a cruel hill,
and the twin called Guilt has an iron will.

Seperate these twins and find
your peaceful, happy, contented mind.
The Purple Haze of love you'll see,
and you'll know it's how life should be.

Peter Moring.

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Tin Can Dan

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Tin Can Dan.


Tin Can Dan
was a funny little Man.
He had a stoop when he walked,,
spat and dribbled when he talked.

He was out in the morning,
in the noon, the eve and night.
In the pitch-black you’d see Dan
with his little pen flashlight.

Searching through the bins,
through the gutters too.
Searching out those tin-cans
that were thrown away by You.

He always had those black bags
stashed about his person.
He’d fill them with those crumpled cans
that often cut his leathern hands.

He’d walk for miles every day,
collecting cans Tin-Can Dan’s way.
Smiling happily at everyone.
Some were scared,
most thought him fun.

B-O was his favourite Deo’,
baths he had no time for.
His clothes were greasy,
as they shone in his glory.
Those clothes could surely tell a story.

Dan never missed a Reading Rock Festival.
He knew all the kids,
they all thought he was a fool,
as he stooped around, black bags in hand,
he got a free ticket to every live band.

Each night he’d come back
with Wickes’s trolly overflowing.
Sack-on-sack of old tin cans,
he’d spirit through his front door
to his garden and his plans.

Each month or two the cones went out.
“In here!, In here!”
You’d hear old Danny shout.
The lorry parked outside Dan’s gate
and they loaded it up
with help from his mate.

Off to the scrappy,
Tin Can Dan was smiling now.
Through the pain of bone cancer
that made him stoop and bow,
he never complained though
as he stopped to wipe his brow.

The kids at the hospitals
all loved him that’s for sure.
As every penny Tin-Can-Dan made
was headed for their door.

TV’s, games and toys.
Treats to make them smile.
Was all the reward that Danny needed,
his sweat and tears had been rewarded.

Pete.


Tin-Can-Dan is now too disabled to collect
cans anymore. The Reading Rock festival
promoters invited him as a guest of honour
last year.
Not sure he’ll make this one though.


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The Black Queens Bed

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The Black Queens Bed

The Black Queen lifts her Sultry head.
Looks round at those who share her bed.
"I see you've all come bearing news".
"So good to see you fit your shoes".

The 'Robot Wars' no more a dream.
Conspiritors compound the scheme.
Digits on computer screens,
keep cash control within 'Her' means.

We've built the dream of our 'Black Queen'.
We can now see, and 'all' be seen.
'Robot Intelligence' not in doubt.
Exceeds our own, inside and out.

The life-blood of our modern world
is cash that shows that we have 'earned'.
We are haemorrhageing badly now.
It must be stemmed.
Do 'we' know how?

Have the 'Surgeons' taken vows
to our 'Black Queen'?
Who really Knows?

'Big Brother' is her favourite Son.
The war He's fought is almost won.
He watches and tracks our every motion.
With 'stealth' he follows in high resolution.

The Brown Crusader, Obama too,
are in her bed.
(I thought you knew)

Pete

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A CONFLICT OF LOVE.

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A Conflict Of Love.

Chugg chugg, chugg chugg,
puff puff, puff puff.
We know who’s coming down the hill.
His balaclava and jumper in holes.
His trousers too short,
shoes with no soles.

He’s the boy we all love to fool,
but he’s also the nicest kid in school.
He’s a quiet boy, straight and strong.
The type you know, won’t go wrong.

Though he gets teased throughout the day,
he’s our best friend, it’s just his way.

We called him Chugger,
it’s what he does.
He thinks he’s a train,
that’s fine by us.

He chuggs down in the morning,
and back at night.
He’s a secretive lad,
but he burns a bright light.

When you’re with him you give him respect.
It’s something you really wouldn’t expect,
as you look at him in his tattered clothes,
chugg chugging away in a world of his own.


As Chugg grew older, he developed a dream.
When he left school ,
he’d buy a machine.
A motor bike as fast as lightening.
The speed he would go, would be quite frightening.

He left school at fifteen, got a good job.
Very mild-mannered.
Never a slob.
He held down his job, and saved really hard.
Stuck the stamps on his savings card.

Soon he’d buy his first machine.
An old A.J.S, reliable and clean.
But still he would dream his wonderful dream,
that one day he’d own,
a real dream machine.


His dream arrived, as often they do.
This sparkling machine,
looking like new.

A Tiger 100, racy and throbbing.
Light years away,
from Chugg’s chugg- chugg- chugging.

But at eighteen years old,
his love now divided.
Chugger was tearing apart.
His mind was being confused
by the battle inside of his heart.

A girl who he’s madly in love with,
feels jealousy over his dream.
It clouds his thoughts and his vision.
Now life’s not as clear as it seemed.


What made a lad who was always so sure,
and never took risks with his life.
Make a fatal error of judgment
while riding home late one night ?

They say that the pure die young,
to spare them the hell that’s for sure.
When you follow a conflict of love,
which to most,
would seem just demure.

Love, is a power within us.
It should keep us sane and strong.
If YOU understand what I’m saying,
I’m sure that you won’t go wrong.

Chugger now understands this.
But to those of you who don’t see.
A conflict of love isn’t all bad.
That one side is always a dream.

So if the time comes when you’re tearing apart.
Divided by love, or by hate.
Don’t try to choose between them.
Or the cloud will push YOU through the gate.

It’s true what’s been said through the ages
That true love always finds a way.
The dream will go of its own accord.
But for Chugger it came just too late.


(He now spends his time,
mind-hopping for fun.
Spreading this message,
to everyone).

Pete Moring.

(Robert Chalmers - 1950 - 1969)

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Wrinklies Rule......

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When we were young, and in our teens.
Feeling cool, in our ice blue jeans.
We took for granted what felt good.
Our drink, our sex, our music.
We didn’t really listen,
to the words in the
Rock Bands lyrics.

We shook our bodies to the beat.
We reveled in the sweaty heat.
Drink and sex were on our mind.
We couldn’t be bothered to look and find,
the truth behind those words of rock.
We wasted the hours on our lives clock.

The year of ’67 saw the peak of human hope.
The flower power made its mark.
It stared at us, bare and stark.

But we were young and blind.
We confused our perfect mind.
The power of love,
we thought was sex.
We let the White King down.
We took the Black Knights apple,
and worshipped the Black Queens crown.

1987, brought the old bands back.
Were we ready now to understand ?
These wrinklies are the wise men
who have been to hell and back.
Come through, and seen the chord of life.
Their music is now truly rife.

They know they have the answer,
and try to make it clear.
But will the young now listen,
or confuse their minds with drugs and beer?

’87 behind us, the time has slipped away.
So we have to build those steps back up.
Get ready for that special day.
If the groups again come out to play.
Prepare yourself for judgement day.
Clear your mind, and you will see.
On that day,
infinity.

Cloud your mind with drink and drugs.
Be disloyal, abuse all trust.
You’ll see the heaven fade away,
as the Black King gets to make his day.

The choice is ours,
and ours alone.
The chord of life
we have been shown.

P. Moring.

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THE UFO's ARE HERE AT LAST

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Welcome.


The U.F.O’s are here at last.
To see if we’ve learned from our past.
Observing from the twilight zone,
as we try to make this world our own.

How they must be puzzled,
as they watch us kill our kin.
Those alien beings from afar,
witness the ultimate sin.

We think nothing of it.
It’s just a fact of life.
The alien wouldn’t understand.
As he treasures the touch of anothers hand.

The energy of life,
they will never throw away,
by acting with aggression.
They consider what they say.

We are still all primitives,
barbarians at heart.
But this age is of Aquarius,
and we are getting smart.

When we have learned humility,
the aliens then will surely see.
That we have come of age as one.
The day we give love to the sun.

P Moring.

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IMMUNITY.

When we think of our immunity,
and the actions of society.
We can’t always see them as one.
Let’s see if it can be done.

We’ll take all of this universe
as being one heavenly body.
The stars are all the molecules,
that form the way we play the rules.

The planets are the organs,
that give out lifes vibrations.
The sun can be the beating heart.
The liver is Earth,
a vital part.

The sun and Earth are now as one ,
The heart. and liver are the sun.
If one should fail, the other will die.
I’m sure you can see it in your own minds eye.

The chord of life sends out vibrations.
This music in our body.
It keeps our universe pure and clean.
Through gamma rays it travels serene.

Just like our blood, it must stay pure,
or the heavenly body will not cure.
WE have poisoned our universe.
Through our negative thoughts,
caused a curse.

We know through love,
we can stay pure,
That the Black King doesn’t want a cure.
The Black Knight offers us lust of love,
to help us poison the heaven above.

He gives us money, gives us drugs
.Helps us contract the deadly bugs.
He gives us alcohol as well,
then uses LOVE ?
to make it sell.

Our mind poisoned,
gets confused.
It’s ready now to be abused.
Harder now to contemplate,
protecting the king
of the great white gate.

As our men see other men,
their minds still weak and ill.
Are offered sex between themselves.
The Black Knight then throws in the thrill.

Disguised as love,
it feels the same.
So really, they are not to blame.
The Black Knight fooled them cleverly.
But now through aids, perhaps they’ll see.
To love our fellow man,
is a natural thing to do.
But love and sex are not the same.
Especially when you play lifes game.

The Black Kings Bishop took the guilt.
Now through aids, we all could wilt.
The Black Queen wrings her hands with glee.
Through her gate, we’ll go for free.

The world of entertainment,
music, and the arts.
Are where the chord is strongest,
they play lifes leading parts.

We shouldn’t be surprised to find,
aids, quite prominent in their kind.
They’re on the front line don’t you see.
Forging out our destiny.
Offering the chord of love,
to heal the poisoned heaven above.

When we clean our blood of society,
and all can act quite positively.
Live through our clearer minds once more.
Eternal peace will come for sure.

Immunity, in the heaven above,
is fully dependent on our love.
Immunity in society,
is in our minds.
Though we can’t see.

It’s called our personality.

Are we content to sit and wait
as the Black Queen pulls us through her gate ?
Clear your mind, and you will find,
the antidote to save mankind.

The rest of us have learned `despise`,
as we look at aids through the Black Knights eyes.
We have to be strong, and stand our ground.
The chord of love,
is the healing sound.

It acts as our immunity,
if we back it up with loyalty.
If aids we cannot tolerate,
we will ALL pass
through the Black Kings gate.

The eye of the atom makes it clear.
As we look around,
at what we hold dear.
We have to love, and appreciate,
the eternal wonders
of the great white gate.

Jimi played while on this earth,
`The Gods Made Love`
then gave us birth.
The `Purple Haze` is pure love,
between the sounds of the earth,
and the sun above.

Pete.

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M.S. The long way round.

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M.S. The long way round.

When you hobble down the road
like you're walking on sharp rocks.
When you find to let the blood flow
you lop the top off both your socks.

When the band around your stomach
gets tighter with each stride,
and you think you've drawn your last breath
as your lungs get squeezed inside.

When your leg feels stiff and solid
like it's twice it's normal size.
When the numbness and the tingling
brings the tears into your eyes.

When you find your feet are dragging
as you walk with utmost care.
But your wobbling and swaying
makes everyone stare.

When you have to reach out for a wall
to try and make yourself stand tall.
But all around look down on you,
insisting, being drunk won't do.

When the tiredness grips you
and the light fades far away.
You can barely see a thing now,
though it's a hot and bright day.

When your memories are of being fit.
A runner, walker, grafter too.
You see everyone who's walking past
not realising that it may not last.

When mother nature casts her spell,
and no-one knows, or can tell.
Just what she holds in store for all,
as she pushes us against the wall.

With one small tweak to our nerves and sinew,
she can cause such havoc to her chosen few.
Prey you're not selected by her,
as she picks on the old,
and the young,
and the true.

Pete Moring.


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The Xmas 'Gift' Of Love.

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It’s Christmas, and my presents
all fit inside a sock.
I’m thrilled to bits to find some nuts,
an apple and a pear.
But wait; what’s this,
another present there?

A little plastic notebook,
(real crocodile skin for sure).
I can write out special secrets now,
and post them through the door.

My friend and I are getting old,
we’re eight now don’t you know.
The sisters in the big house,
our love we can now show.

"Corrinne, Stanley loves you"
seemed to be just right.
We crept up to the door,
slipped it through
and ran with fright.

We watched then from a distance,
behind the hawthorn tree.
Stanley tried to push me back.
The thorns all stuck in me.

It made me scream and shout,
as Stanley picked me out.
Then to my despair,
I saw Corrinne standing there.

With her sisters she was laughing
for all her worth at me.
But I didn’t find it funny,
falling back into that tree.

The message from the notebook
served a purpose, that’s for sure.
As after that, we were good friends.
No need to slip notes through the door.


The notebook?
"nothing special",
I can hear you say.
But without that piece of paper,
we’d have missed that special day.

I might have had a bicycle,
toy cars, or books galore.
But the memory of ‘that little book’
will stay, forever more.

A gift of LOVE was given.
It was all could be afforded.

I took the gift of LOVE with pride,

and So -,

I was rewarded.

Pete.

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The Light of Life

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The Light Of Life.

If a poet holds the light of life,
and shines it all around.
Who lights the light
that burns so bright,
and always lets them down.

It's said that they who hold the light,
will have their hands burned raw.
That when they hold the light aloft,
they will be kicked down to the floor.

The poets must be foolish,
for they have been advised
of the dangers that they face,
as they put their thoughts to rhyme.

Would you hold that light so bright?
Could you take the pain?
Could you tolerate the suffering,
ridicule and shame?

Could you lay your life out bare,
and let the vultures take their share?
Could you cut your soul right open,
to let all of mankind stare?

When the guilt of all our brothers,
finds a niche inside your mind.
Will you burn it out with the light of life?
Or cut it out, with a red hot knife?

Maybe youll just carry on
with the life you call your own.
Let the poet hold the light of life.
As the way, they have been shown.

Let them have their hands burned raw.
Let them be washed up on the shore.
Let their body be cut for every sin.
Then why not rub the salt right in.

The poets there to be abused.
For all the time they hold the light,
for all of us, who are confused.


Pete.

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Light Accross The Universe

Light Across The Universe.
(Tribute To 'Live-Aid'-1)

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It was a long, hot summers day,
when we all stood and shone the way.
We took our power from the sun,
and shared it out with everyone.

As we stood in awe through a veil of tears,
we gave light to the world for future years.
We showed that love was a power within.
If we use it right, we’ll always win.

As we witnessed love with our own minds.
Did YOU feel a strong force rise ?
Through the shoulders, up the neck,
between the ears and eyes?

I know you’ve felt it many times.
It’s the reason for our being.
We generate this energy,
and seeing is believing.

It only comes with true love,
and it can be mistaken,
for the love of lust,
and this my friend,
is the course that can’t be taken.

To get back to that magic day,
when all the groups came out to play.
A light shone through this universe,
as we put our hands
into lifes purse.

The light so bright, we couldn’t see.
But it helped to forge our destiny.
It showed the Black Queen we’re not beat.
We won’t accept her tasty treat.

All she could do was stand and stare.
She didn’t have an answer there.
Our love of life she couldn’t handle.
We have to keep alight that candle..

If John were here, you’d hear him say,
“We must relive that special day.
You have the chord.
You have the words.
You have the love of millions.
So go and show the Black Queen,
you won’t settle for oblivion”.

When all the world has witnessed
the power for themselves.
They can’t deny this force of love,
that we first take
from heaven above.

They can’t deny we give it back,
to help our love grow stronger.
The Black Queen now looks down on us,
beside herself with anger.

She cannot live on love you see,
and love will forge her destiny.
She’ll starve herself to death, and then.
Fall into the world of her Black King.

Don't forget to leave a comment before leave.

Cheers, Pete.

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The Goblins and the Fairies Play.

The Goblins and the Fairies Play.


Yes, the Goblins jump and play.
run and hide through night and day.
With 'The Fairies' of the Timeless zone,
I sit and watch, when I'm alone.

Through the silvered mirror on the wall,
I can see them laugh, fight and fall.
With a Scarlett Hat, Blue Shirt, Green boots.
Who could help but smile,
at their multi-coloured suits?

With a Magic, all of their own.
They are born, quite fully grown.
with no 'time' to wear them out.
Life's just 'fun' as they dance, sing and shout.

Just then I'm spotted through the Silver,
and that makes them laugh some more.
Were they laughing, 'with' me, or 'at' me?
I'm not so sure.

Now the 'Fairies' in your garden,
were there when life began.
Watching your behaviour,
as 'You' play out your 'Master Plan'.

When a little 'Fairy' whispers,
gently in your ear.
Or a 'Goblin' says he'll help you
to see life's wonders clear.
Open up your mind.
Unlock your 'secret door'.
The knowledge they will share with you,
is 'true' forever more.

'Life' is given FREE for 'living'.
Not for placing 'Guilt'. Condemning. Forgiving.
Why worry 'What' is thought of you.
Live 'life' for 'Love'.
For LOVE is TRUE.

It's Honesty and Beauty.
It's Laughter and It's Pain.
It's the Birth of little Babies,
and the Death of Lonely Men.

Love's the song you need to hear,
to bring back memories, cherished dear.

It's the book that's written from the 'Soul'.
And the Poem that doesn't Rhyme.

It's all the fights you've ever had.
It's the Hate you felt for Mum and Dad.

Love is strange, but it is TRUE.
That 'Love' is every part of you.
You 'rail' against it every day.
When you run and hide.
Fight and Play.

The Fairies and the Goblins,
live for honesty.
They don't have the hang-ups,
that restrain both 'You' and 'Me'.

Does it 'Matter' they look silly?
They are having FUN.
No weight of guilt or shame for them.
Just watch them Dance, and Play, and Run.

Perhaps they do just laugh 'at' me,
surrounded by my 'wall' of fear.
Afraid I might look just like 'Them'.
Not Mature, and not Sincere.

We must be really Stupid,
not to see that 'Life' is 'Love'.
Not to se that 'Love' is 'Life',
first given to us, from 'Above'.

To help us 'all' fulfill our dreams,
our hopes and our ambitions.
The Fairies and the Goblins,
show there's really 'NO Conditions'.

Unconditional Love you see,
guides us to our 'Destiny'.

Pete.

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MEMORIES IN BUBBLES

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Memories In Bubbles.

Memories in bubbles,
floating through time.
A billion permutations
of colour and rhyme.

A Magical Record of 'Life'.
As it was.
As it is.
As it could be.
All of these bubbles
now haunting me.

Memories so precious.
Everlasting.
Bubbles so fragile,
a breath could break them.

The air of happiness,
contentment and love.
Keeps these bubbles floating,
endlessly in time.

The intolerable pressure of bitterness,
sadness and mistrust.
'POPS!' the timeless bubbles,
with each memory gone forever.

Can you imagine,
your memories gone forever?
That first love.
That first kiss.
Seeing your first child born.
Watching that child grow?

OH, those sleepless nights.
Those shouting matches.
Each one 'Popping' another bubble.
Another memory gone forever,
like treasured photographs
burned on a fire.
Totally irreplaceable.

You live but one life.
Your memories,
are your record of 'life'.
Your knowledge bank
from which you draw Wisdom,
love, happiness, compassion.

If you love life.
You 'live' life for 'love'.
A 'love' without memories
is not 'life'.

Pete


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THE MIRROR

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The Mirror.

The Mirror looks at You and Me.
Tell me What in hell,
does the Mirror see?

Hair out of place.
OH what a shame.
Do our sleeves hang about the same?

Is that a SPOT, perhaps a MOLE?
Maybe a blemish on the Eternal Soul.

Perhaps we could do with a nip'n'tuck.
Cover our skin in slimy muck.
Cucumber on the eyes my dear?
My word, who said that you look queer.

Pull that face a little to the right.
Yes, you're in the perfect light.
Dont move!
Stay just as you are.
You're the best thing,
You've seen, by far.

Now listen hard.
Can you hear a snigger?
Look into the Mirror.
Are your ears getting bigger?
A few more lines, a bag or two?
Is the Mirror playing a joke on YOU?

What's up?
Don't want to be 'normal'?
So you want to be a FREAK.
Is that all?

So BE ashamed of WHO you are.
No-one cares but YOU.
Look again into the Mirror.
You'll see there's YOU, and YOU.

So, who sniggers from the mirror
when you 'poise' and 'pose'?
Is it YOU?
Or YOU?

YOU have the final word.

Pete

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THE GARDEN WALL.

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The Garden Wall.

The Garden Wall has a story to tell.
STOP! And listen
before you pass by.

Go to bed in the park.
Be afraid of the dark.
Take a spade and a fork.
Some bread and cold pork,
with plenty of tea in a flask.

When the Moon throws a shadow
across the forked bough,
start to dig at the base of the light.

Dig and dig.
Sweat like a Pig.
Like the one you have with your bread.
But keep your eye open for 'Nick',
or just like your Pig,
you'll be Dead!

Twenty feet down
and you'll hear a strange sound.
STOP! and take further instructions.
For the well you just DUG
is now feeling SMUG.
You listened,
and NOW you are TRAPPED!

The story the Wall has just told you.
Was told in the tongue of your own.
When did YOU open the door for 'Old Nick'?
Did he come to you dressed as a Clown?

If life's a triangular circle.
The 'Labyrinth' IS the front door.
Go to to the front
and you're right at the back.
So why did you come here before?

The harder you PUSH!
The harder the PULL!
The Steeper you climb.
The further you fall.

Listen to stories?
You listen to lies.
Tell the TRUTH!
And no-one believes you.

Fall from grace,
and they laugh in your face.
Life's a 'tissue'
that YOU must see through.

Pete.

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