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Friday, September 29, 2006

Mistakes

Swim Harry, Swim With the sunrise came the searching within. For the new day gifted light in rays. Upon one regretted mistake alone in its guilt The stump of oak, where dogs with men found scents of lost trust in early orange beams, now unclouded. Sparkling on long forgotten times for some. Though one aching memory was now made clear. Written, gray splashes Ink coloured muddy silt Flag flapping, colour’s of old green. Threadbare was the coat. Appropriate in thought, before last nights swim.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

First Love

I’ am still dreaming of you Of course I still love you, After thirty two years Of dreaming of you It's the only logical Thing to do I remember The night you left me, We walked to the bus stop In the rain, After the youth club dance, Slade had been playing Good bye too Jane, You kissed me, Then jumped on a red bus High heels On Metal clanging stairs, You slid open a window Threw out a coke can, I was expecting a blown Kiss A rolled up note Stuck in the ring-pull slot, Mick I think a lot of you... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Humps and Bumps

Harpoon man I lay here dying, for now I've stopped crying For what's been done Not for myself but for the man, on the harpoon gun Neptune help me I've bled the sea red Harpoon man do you care, maybe a prayer before bed Perhaps just one tear before you rest your head Your days work done, just one man and his gun There she blows, next thing my head spun and spun No strength within, the sky's gone dim I turn and cry out, there's the beast men shout Blood runs, red warm and thick from my spout My... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

There are friends

There are friends ( not true friends ) some masquerade as family. I call them ‘’ ruber’neckers’’... They are like the people whom drive down the road, that slow up... Viewing the carnage of an accident.... Never stopping or helping people in need... I have experienced friendship in a similar way... So called friends that only ring you up, or knock on your front door... Just for the pleasure of hearing sorrow in your voice, staring through the windows of your soul, finding some form of comfort in... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

No Escape From Puerto Del Carmen

No escape from Puerto Del Carmen Along black volcanic time trodden paths I crept Carefully stepping over the shadows Of man-shaped cacti With needle sharp spines Drawing long strait lines Through the memory Of The night before Being asked too leave The hotel dance floor My crime, by the way I do not regret Was dancing the Bosa Nova to Frank Sinatra's, I did it My Way After packing my bags I Rolled down the cold-red marble stairs walked into the reception (The golden tourist-trap lair.) ''Did we... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Roof crawling love

Infactuation Seven roof tops to number sixty nine I disturb the moss which rolls Between the ice tiled rooftops One slip and I drop I break out into a cold sweat Slowly it trickles Down the back Of my neck A bedroom window opens With a crack,sigh and grunt Tibbles you there A rusty coloured cat Brushes past my legs Arches its back Stares as if to say What you doing here? I crouch behind A chimney stack Warm and smoky My throats dry croaky Slowly I slide down The apex roof of Number sixty nine... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Evening and night

Found To travelers whom never leave home The Result Of Pureto Del Carmen EVENING AND NIGHT Flesh-burnt red, some tanned-brown North European's Stroll evening streets and piazzas Dressed in fine designer garments Cologne visit's Spanish North Africa Is The fragrance of the night. Following Noses and romantic hearts Intrepidly tracking the aromas Through the dense smell Of After sun-cream and mosquito-repellent to menus screwed To terracotta coloured walls Spanish translated Into Viking, Saxon and... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Dreaming Granddad

Old Dinosaur Dreaming Granddad Dreams about old loves and affairs, how good his arse Looked in a pair of tight flares Unbuttoned cheese-cloth Flirt! With those hairy-tits And Love beads, mixed with, John Travolta's walk Not forgetting The Essex accent, that was the in talk How he would stride along Basildon's concrete Grey paths Admiring himself In reflections! Parked Car-windows, as he passed Like a cat walk serpent mean and dark With a feline paw, he'd slightly adjust his crotch Soft!... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Travelers whom never leave home

LOST To Travelers Whom Never Leave Home Morning and Afternoon The Result Of Puerto Del Carmen Orange and deep-blue petaled parasols colourfully Flap and twirl To the sound of welcome applause, For Providing shade from African-sunrays North Europeans, are oiled coconut-pale Worshiping horizontal The Spirit V acation On yellow and green striped sun-beds. Bestseller's are browsed and sometimes read Through Large-lens sunglasses Which are now and then removed Revealing (One last chance, I mean it!... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Waiting

With Out Grace The sun rises and shines Through blinds My bedroom window Casting lines upon my Face A zebra crossing, again you Have left without trace I wonder Did you run or walk Back to him? Will he Receive your warm Embrace? I talk with my Soul, I sigh Only time will tell My spirit begs to be excused Alone in his hollow, our shared Stomach Ashamed in my disgrace I close the blinds And my eyes for I am your lover Just a simple man Without Grace Sign in to see full entry.

About this Blog

Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael

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