To yearn for love is not a rarity but every man’s inevitability; craving satisfaction for our unbroken hearts - affirmation of existence

No gun in my face, No plague or famine or drought. Then what irony, This pampered life of luxury, Should bring about such agony,

Faruk Asan, a very good man took heed from the great Ataturk - He came from the land of old Otto… by way of his sheer hard work. In Malvern he set up a kahvehane

Hush foolish pre-emptor who steals… Still that feeble flitting one wit… Dark distractor - lover of meaning… With deep solemnity let go of I,… In that space you thought was you…

'We’ the west can be so proud of o… where everyone can take a vote for… We’ll fund the freedom seekers who… and understand they must rise up t… We’ll help them when they turn for…

Conjugal Congress, Conception Conjoined ~ Constriction Contraction Contusio… Constructs Conferred, Conclusions Contrived ~

1978 - Boarding school - The day… Grey flannel blazer, grey stone wa… Under a cold grey sky. Grey skinned strangers speaking gr… Long bleak and lonely,

more paradoxical foolery..... I have enjoyed my senses for more… two eyes, a tongue, two hands - a… but I can’t see the noumenon you s… all I see is lots of stuff I make…

The Atheist scoffs at talk of God and finds me rather odd! “We came from Nothing - Heading for Nowhere” “Nothing to Nothing -

Leafy London, garden roses, Late one summer’s afternoon. No recourse from tragic duty. Hope his kids are still at school. Stranger sorrow, swiftly rising

When the steely strings gets picke… the dark desert highway is life pa… I’m sure not bound for Californ-i… no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze… This place we call life is the shi…

“The engine never made a sound!” —His terminal thought, as he looke… That crossing place he knew so wel… resounded to his final knell. On the scene, there was no sign;

The truth becomes a mystery when penned by the pre-victor who peddles bullshit History thru’ his BBC predictor A flash before the impact

I followed an English rose to the gates of the Sahel - I thought I knew I loved her; I… young and couldn’t tell. ......all so long ago now, I don’t