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LAST ORDERS
Evenings drinking's been,
Pub to pub and later some grub,
Beer and chaser flows.
This night of rounds
Around the table's,
Turn after turn
Laughing and joking,
Nothing and everything chatted about.
Words trip into the ear talking in tongues,
All the world's problems solved
For another night,
Forgotten in the morning.
Let loose is the mind for another time,
By this sweet fermented key,
A cry from the publican draws his patrons near,
"Last orders ladies and gentlemen please!"
Time for one more
Just another,
After all it's only a matter of time,
Were already terminal for the door.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£300.00
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FROM WHERE HE CAME
Man alive away in his world,
A world away from where he came.
He looks to reap but does not see his seed will weed,
The needful is a bleeder
Hand in hand with purity's purveyors.
We've left the back of beyond
Closed our minds, scarred by its universal,
Got to look to the personal
Reach over the wall,
Don't be afraid to be a fool
Look and see everything and all.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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£300.00
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ALL IN ALL FOOL
Surround abound this sound around,
Once without and then within.
In and out, all about,
All in all through us all fixed about this maul,
Forevermore for one instance no more.
Taken round through this mound won round,
Wound around.
I was found no longer proud
Just became one of the crowd.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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SOLD
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"TICKETS PLEASE!"
"Tickets please! Tickets please!"
Breaks this homeward bound rest
Afternoon's richness colour bliss,
Companion trippers chattering,
Lone travellers kipping,
Lovers loving amongst grumbled crumbled
British blindness.
One mind racing behind eyes closed
Hunched against the screen of a whizzing scene,
Pretence of no contents
About his sleep filled ticketless face,
Going through a motion on the locomotion
Don't want to cause a commotion,
Stir any emotion,
Just a free ride fruition.
"Tickets please! Tickets please!"
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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£250.00
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COCK-CROW
Sunrise woken
Wordless words spoken,
A little light
Gives you second sight
Takes away
The piercing early-bird bite,
Cheers erupt
With the first glimpse
As this star meets its audience.
In a state of unseen lunatic,
The frantic reach of the fanatic
Towards the sky in the attic,
The brightest star
To be seen by far.
A constant box-office draw,
A favorite with the dailies,
A powerful one
Who knows everyone.
Shines bright and proud
Here too there and everywhere around.
Every Mothers Sun,
Every lover's fun,
This everyday
Newborn living Sun.
(1999) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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THE ROLLING STONED
The paper-thin skin of weeded bliss,
A delicate fingertip roll
Carefully combined ingredients.
Thick and choke chained,
Tobaccos shredded leaf with canablissed crumbs.
Skillfully manipulated mated paper
With planted smoke,
An instrument of pleasing release
Toward a much-needed peace,
Maybe get some of that there soul
Paroled with just a roll.
(1999) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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SYMBIOSIS
Metal mesh human flesh,
Tireless cared for attention,
To be paid in kind
With the release of a lease of living.
Blood surging
Heart pounding beat,
That takes the mind to the exits edge
That feeds the leather-clad soul.
Both live for the road
Both living of each other.
A mesh of flesh with human mettle,
Everything for all, in a one for all.
(2001) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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TEA FOR TWO
Refrigerator glare throws its cold light stare
Upon this mother-to-be, the faceless child inside
Warmth and darkness bliss.
Nurtured nature in this belly full,
But more to appear until bared naked
Pink and screaming,
Welcomed by mother's kiss,
Her love will never miss or twist
Eternal fixed never be in broken bits.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£300.00
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SCHOOL TIES
Blank and stripy, Big and fat
Those flat, kipper-like ties,
A comprehensive experience of education
Primary and secondary in societies nature,
Learnt about this trouble and strife
Married to this mans life.
Childhood playmates
Become soul mates and memories.
Merry-making heart pumping life
In a concrete stir,
Fifteen minutes and one hour a day
Between an intravenous drip
Of forgotten figures and facts.
Sometimes packed with something
That knocks you back.
Takes your mind to the next step
A run and leap of learning everlasting grasping,
Shame about the testing
All to come for those being assembled,
For those yet to behold,
Those persons in the making.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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EVENINGS GOWN
Evenings gown comes around
Sun down light bound, shadow drowned.
Savour the soothing light flavour
No longer a heatstroke bather.
Tanned vision bare tinted eyes,
See a golden rich glimpse held tight
This stained amber sight.
Times no matter, the light gets flatter,
No longer the same in this evening plane
From the watching clock sane,
In a golden slumber everyone's a wanderer,
It's a day's weave into this night's eve.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 24 Inches
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£200.00
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STONE WASHED
Dripping tap of Adam's ale,
Colour wash of stone.
Midas touch of earthen rain,
Splash of warmth to this bloodless stone,
Driven onto the rocks below
Stone washed high and low.
Weathered water crashes in a splash,
Dashing all in a lash of colour,
Fresh from this watered vine
Feather fine.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 30 X 20 Inches
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£250.00
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FIVE ALIVE
From pubs to this club the senses alive all five.
The sound pounds, the sight fights, scents met,
Touch may lead to taste or be in a momentary haste,
Could lead to another sip
Rather than another's lips.
(2000) Acrylic & Oil On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£250.00
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CONVERSATION KILLER
Damn those man-made
Many eyed flashing monsters,
They tantalise the eyes drawing in the mind,
Denying the chatter and natter of discourse and that course,
These serial killers pacify any sense
Ending any kind of sentence,
Attracting the eye like a steely eyed magpie
You're caught in the seam of a headlight beam,
Its terminal for the rabbit this neon habit
Conversation cessation
Much to my consternation.
(2000) Acrylic On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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£300.00
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RAINY DAY BLUES
Bloody summer rain, never stops just pours,
Makes me sour this dour weather.
Just see red when coated in blue,
Pressure down upon my head,
Need a release from this incontinent weather.
Between downpours driven mad
Then pushed over the edge
When water driven into my head,
My blood boils amongst this bloody blue.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 40 X 30 Inches
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£250.00
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STORM IN A TEA CUP
Grey clouds roll in sullen mull
Upon my fevered brow, mind closed
Severed from my eyes and hands.
A doubting depression, cause of this storm
That rages for an age.
I want to tear a broken scream
Rip up my hands and eyes with their banal denial.
The image, a beating heart in my head,
Pounding on and on
I look away only to confront it.
The world befallen to a blood let vision,
Slow motion aching retched,
A jagged cracked mirror,
Sharp and tangled coloured mess of shapeless forms.
Raise a cup to my lips, weathered awareness
Brim full of the outside room,
Senses caught as I drink deep,
Almost to a sleep
Losing myself away and far,
Maybe to far, reality barred.
(2000) Acrylic / Oil & Powder On Canvas 36 X 28 Inches
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