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the protectedScrat, scrat, scrat.
I hear the rats scuttling and scratching behind the walls tearing it down like cardboard, as opposed to the solid granite stone walls they are.
I sit in the corner on the wooden ledge my knees huddled into my chest with my arms pulled tight around me and my head sunk into it, wishing I was invisible, wishing I could just merge into the background and become unnoticeable as the dullness of this room.
Across the floor shone a single beam of moonlight which fell through the barred window of my room
Outside I know the moon was rising to its full entirety and I could hear the nuzzle of the dogs muzzle against the dry arid grass and their long pointed fangs dripping with fresh blood from their most recent kill
The rats continued their scurrying and scraping
Their hair was long and draggled like an afghan hound but their body was more muttish than pedigree in appearance and their eyes dark with hunger and lust as they lay in wait in their next prey.
Idle musingsThe heat haze shimmered a good two inches above the ground. The weather forecasters were saying this was the hottest summer in nearly 20 years with temperatures now on a daily basis reaching into the high 20s tipping 30's some days. As other people wilted and headed for the shade and the fans. I languished in the heat and the sunshine, knowing when winter came it would be hard.
I laid flat on my back bottle of water at my side in a cooling carton. Hands rested behind my head on the warm dry parched grass beneath me. Like all other summers when the sun was high and the temperature soared there was a hose pipe ban in operation. My legs stretched out before me and out of an old pair of scraggy denim shorts, a white t-shirt up top with a chequered shirt tied over the top and around my waist. Simple sandals covered my feet and my ankles crossed over each other in a languid pose of contentment, which was echoed by t
What is a year, NovemberWell it is a few days before my birthday if you recall from the introduction, and unlike most people I hate my birthday. For as long as I can remember I have hated it my birthday that is. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it I just don't like it and always dread it coming around and this year were proving to be no different. Most people by now would be getting excited for a night out with friends, not me; I am filled with dread and fear and just wish that it would slip me by quietly and without event or notice.
Often I have tried to examine why I feel so but has of yet nothing of any real concrete reasons why this should be. Yet I am always drawn to one birthday when I was 11 years old or thereabouts, I don't remember the age but remembering looking at the gifts and thinking is that it , is that all my parents think of me, a plastic cassette deck holder wow thanks. I was so disappointed; I did not want to sound ungrate
It wasn't always soIn the background I could hear a rapturous applause I stood and took it all in. yet the sound seemed hollow, and empty and false. It sounded as if it were some distance away like a car accelerating on a road outside somewhere, not here and definitely not less than 5 metres in front of me
Everything around me seemed dark and empty and I felt like I stood alone on an empty highway and the only thing that showed my existence was an empty spotlight pointing directly at me as if I was about to undergo some major interrogation
"Oh My God!" there was a scream from the auditorium
"The curtains close the curtains" somebody shouted in a panicked voice, as they already began to be drawn.
"A phone? Anyone got a phone? Call an ambulance!" came the frantic cries from another
The same voice moments later whispered into my ear "it's okay, I'm here"
"What's wrong?" asked a masculine voice of authority
"How should I know, do I look like a medic. Has somebody called for t
The HaloThe sun it sets
The moon it rises
The halo it circles around the earth
The colours so bright
So pure so light
Its shining source beyond compare
It holds its balance
And never falters
Holding all to its will and call
It pulls us in
And holds its place
But never alters from its holy place
The sun it sets
The moon it rises
The halo shimmering around the globe
Bright and dazzling
Pure and white
Its innocence of thought and life
Remits the evil within the night
Its pulls us in to its holy place
The place it shimmers
The place it shines
Sparkling and twinkling like the night lit sky
A thousand candles standing by
To radiate the ethereal plate
A fallen angel
A rising soul
The halo stoically holds its place
Keeping firm and holding still
To define the truth
And will defined
Means finding your destiny at the opening place
A world wide party of a thousand dream
Means taking chances
And a guise to follow
The instructions lost
And the path dis
HomeThe mountain range reflected in tower blocks
The passes are just motorways
The beauty fades to dreary grey and mist
But do I long for that which has been and gone?
I found that reaching for the mountains and fresh water springs takes me down to wells of despair
But to motorways and smog
My heart enlivens and alive becomes
Where clear air has cleaned the mind
To bring the longing home
The ringing of a cow bell
Is honking of a horn
The station platform stands so still and alone
The train remains delayed
But oh yet that not so long ago
The transport ran on time
No need to factor in delays or problems on the way
But yet I smile and content to be
To know my home is where I am and where I long to stay
The bustle of the London Streets
The harried people run in ruin and miss the beauty of the land within
But all I do is sit and watch and enjoy the buzzing life
Like bees around a honey pot
And enjoy the life I lead
And know somewhere that deep inside content and happy I be
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