INCAPACITY BENEFIT QUESTIONAIRE?

Tell us about your past? How does poetry effect your day?
 Do you water the garden in lunar cycles? Do you think valium o.k ?
Are you silent distant,faraway or near? Is this the saddest moment or are you absolutely clear?
Survivor or user,hedonist or comfort blanket? Naked by the waters edge or fully clothed by burning sandpit
What did Icarus see, when coming down? Can you turn wine into water or plants into medicine ?
 Is ambition lacking purpose,or is it all a lie? The past or the future, tomorrow or today?
Whole space of territories,or a world without borders? Friendship before profit ,love before greed?
Can you see ideas transforming, or do you stay asleep and dream? Mountains and rivers without end?
 Plant life or pond life? Is the end better or worse? A fantastic feast or curse?
Cant get no satisfaction or are you really free? Fact or fiction ,fantasy or reality?
A distant singing a far crying? A lunatic of loving,or a gentle sighing?

Or maybe, just maybe, no ending!

the wild coast of pembrokeshire

BORN TO BE WILD

Israeli navy Intercepts Free Gaza boat

HEY,ARE THEY EXPERIENCED

Senior police officers admit that some inexperienced officers used"INNAPPROPRIATE FORCE" on the G20 protests of april 1st and were clearly quite scared 2,500 officers with only 2 days of training a year,christ knows what they would have benn like had they actually been in bloody control.beggers belief does it not?

police behaviour at GTO

finally today according to article in janes police review -the uks best sellin lifestock title "police behaviour at the G20 protests could have been caused by the frequency used by the officers airwave radios interfering with their brainwaves" mmm always thought there>d be some kind of rational excuse.

Steven Wells alias seethin wells Rage In Peace

fuckin fuckin fuckin hell one of my favourite writers from back in the days died last tuesday, after finally losing his battle with  cancer aged only 49. A bloody inspiration he began his career in Yorkshire as a "ranting poet", with more than twice the wit of any of his contemporaries, and he joined the NME in 1983 as the pseudonymous Susan Williams, and was a freelance journalist for the paper for more than 25 years.  Acerbic and witty, he seemed to cut out the bullshit that seems so prevalent nowadays.No such thing as a perfect human being, though oh no,but he used to cut down to the chase  and take no prisoners.Am more upset about this than fuckin michael jackson.
Although Swells initially made his name as a poet, his real strength was as a stream-of-consciousness prose writer. His book Tits-Out Teenage Terror Totty is a sustained assault on the idea of what the novel should be, and it is stuffed with his crazy word play – brilliant turns of phrase like ‘a pol potpurri’. After his move from London to the USA, Swells was writing for the Philadelphia Weekly, and some of the best writing he did came in the last few years of his life and concerned his illness. His last ever column for the Philadelphia Weekly was published here . you can find links to other pieces by him HERE
His anger should be suitably celebrated.  Fuck the bnp and any other closet racists, lets  celebrate our differences/ This blog is inspired by people likeWells, no time now for cutting corners,gotta try more to do it myself and possibly inspire others .Steven Wells let him rage in peace.in this age of mediocrity . We have to try and keep burning.Tomorrow feels like 1979 again, the nations turning blue. Sorry if there a tear in my eye but .rage rage against the dying of the light  try and  keep dancing

MICHAEL JACKSON

Often deluded
a little insane
stomach pumped forever now
returned to never never land
perhaps he's doing his moonwalk
or something unpaltable
out in deep space
as  the music dims
his mansion empty now
street drugs apparently not his thing
like most addicts prescribed by doctor
apparently he did not drink water
or take a rest, kept on dancing till the end.
don't stop until you get enough,
we are the world he cried
his porcelain face frozen permanently now,
to some perhaps, he's still alive
for many others a voice of discomfort
that was protected for too bloody long.

no entry

No entry,
dim mynediad
always want to look inside
wear a belt full of possibilities,
throw myself out when i decide.
Stop,peidiwch!
just makes me want to slither in
into the forbidden place
 that i'm not supposed to go.

REVOLUTION,REVOLUTION,REVOLUTION.

"ROCK AND ROLL ADOLESCENTS STORM INTO THE STREETS OF ALL NATIONS.THEY RUSH INTO THE LOUVRE AND THROW ACID IN THE MONA LISAS FACE,THEY OPEN ZOOS,INSANE ASYLUMS,