Today I was heard. A snippet of an identity:
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Solidarity on the steps of St Paul's
Monday 24 October 2011
Support and solidarity are clearly apparent on the steps of St Paul's.
It gives me hope that with like-minded individuals peacefully protesting for their rights and beliefs, and the future of our country doesn't reside in a generation of lazy and opportunistic thugs, as they have been labelled, but in youth with a strong voice to be heard.
I can't help but borrow lyrics from our much-loved childrens' classic Mary Poppins as I stand on the steps of St Paul's, "Though [their] words are simple and few, feed the birds, tuppence a bag..." Wealthy pockets should distribute what is owed.
Rosie Bloom
London NW1
Monday, 24 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
[23] You're Where Dreams Go to Die
Pocket all reference. All memory. All recollection.
Once again dipping in and out of consciousness. Falling in and out of misplaced/mistimed seasons.
She's still chasing him. Lifting those rocks. Double taking at strangers. For a ghost. She - that small flutter hidden within, the strangest of strangers. When will she stop. Just stop. Look up. Stop glancing back. Look forward [To what?]. Catch up with me [She won't]. Cut it off. Keep shutting it off. Face his demise.
Leave it in the dark. The pitch black. Let it drown in emptiness.
Once again dipping in and out of consciousness. Falling in and out of misplaced/mistimed seasons.
She's still chasing him. Lifting those rocks. Double taking at strangers. For a ghost. She - that small flutter hidden within, the strangest of strangers. When will she stop. Just stop. Look up. Stop glancing back. Look forward [To what?]. Catch up with me [She won't]. Cut it off. Keep shutting it off. Face his demise.
Leave it in the dark. The pitch black. Let it drown in emptiness.
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