tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42114063105160928652012-01-16T02:01:18.636ZRyan Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07355182481449543656noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211406310516092865.post-65902698911755804362009-12-21T23:00:00.001Z2009-12-21T23:04:33.714Z

We met in South KenOn a brisk winter’s dayThe architecture in that part of townAlways takes my breath awayWe walked up to the Albert HallBut couldn’t get in for lunchIt turned out it was StarbucksSo we’d escaped a nasty munchHyde Park was in its winter splendourThe water was icy blueFinally we found the OrangeryAnd got a table for me and youIn the grandest of settingsWe sat down to dineThe food

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Ryan and Clare had ChristmasA month before the dayIt’s not that we’re obsessedIt just worked out that wayWe hunted for a treeAnd drove about in the carWe even went to WheatleyBut in November, B+Q is where they areWe got the tree insideAnd let it rest a whileHot mince pies and creamGave us a Christmas smileThen we did some dancingOn the famous WiiClare seemed quite professionalBut it was all a bit

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After having watched the documentary "The End of The Line" on Monday evening I feel we have been presented with yet another tale of resource depletion which fails to mention one of the main issues surrounding all forms of resource depletion; population. Yes, almost everyone who campaigns in some shape or form on behalf of the planet avoids the mention of overpopulation for fear of the F-word -

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I saw the whole of the MoonBut only a part of it shoneRevealing just enough of its grandeurStill so much more to be discoveredIts simple beauty shone out brightThe complex parts shaded from the lightAll encased in a beautiful sphereI wanted to hold it and bring it nearI stared until my eyes grew heavyNo longer could I focus steadyBut I knew the Moon was thereBecause it was fixed into my stareAnd

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I’m sitting in the carDon’t know where we areA packet of sweets are my treatYou made me complicit without my consentI’m standing in the phone boxLooking down at my socksA promise of ice cream to forget this dreamI was complicit, wanted to be innocentI’m in the kitchen talkingWhat are these things I’m saying?Can’t rock the boat, needs to stay afloatI had to be complicit, show no dissentI’m

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Your sweet voice in the showerWas only a small partThe tip of the icebergThis was only the startI heard you thereI began to careI starved for two whole daysMy body and soul growing weakScraping the barrel of despairNo voice for me to speakYou guided me thereI was unpreparedI almost vanished in the streetI almost wish I hadI was almost crushed under the weightNever knew happy could be so sadYou

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I never warmed up, I never trainedI acted cool and calm, but this was feignedLack of sleep after too much skanking Top athletes don’t win after too much drinkingBut I’ll persevere, I’ll overcomeI just need to get over my dodgy tumNever mind Ryzo, come on my son, We’ll get down there and show them how it’s done.A leisurely cycle failed to hideThe competitive streak I had hidden inside,Twitchy

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They may have stopped the bombs going offBut that didn’t stop the explosionIn the gridlocked streetsI had time on my sideCars nose to tailGave me somewhere to hideThe phone conversationWhen I got to Hyde ParkI’d made up my mindIt’s over this timeI’d arrived without leavingStrong in myselfI’m going back to VictoriaGoing back on the shelfThe rain started to fallStreaking my viewLike a scene from a

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Love is something invisibleLove is something strongLove is almost invincibleLove is never wrongBu if one forgets justiceIn a flash it will be gone

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The sun cracks through the maze of telephone wires hanging in a seemingly unfathomable fashion from every telegraph poleIt shouldn’t make sense, but it does.The concrete blocks tower in symmetry, defying the natural world with their soulless, arrogant pride.The road is criss-crossed by tramlines embedded within the surface, providing welcome relief from the straight lines with their sweeping

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When you buy The Pig of HappinessYou would never thinkThat when you came outsideYour heart would truly sinkFirst there was the friendWho caused me a lot of griefThen there was anotherBut not HER, to my relief!Then just two seconds laterAround the corner SHE cameSmiling with her friendsNow today won’t be the sameOn just four feet of pavementHemmed in on either sideThere is no escapeNow it’s all

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He loves you,He can prove it,He'll do it all today,Buy you a ring, a meal, a holiday.It's all you need,You know it's not greed,This is love,The modern way.Don't be silly, Don't be bold,Don't be fooled by what you're sold,All these things, Are just that...things.Symbolic of love.Such a parody,On the greatest lover's day.I feel sad, and empty too,Thinking of his love for you,Did he say it the day

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The voice of the individual,Is getting quieter every day,But this doesn't mean,That we've nothing to say.There are different reasons,Which I will explore,So for my thoughts,Then please read more.Politics has lost its touch,People cannot seem to reach,The decisions made in our name,Our objections said in vain.Influence of money has caused people to seek,Ways of being heard,It seems the more

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And the Lord said unto me,'Go forth and buy',I never thought to ask her why.When the Wicked Witch said;'Fly my little ones, fly',I never thought to question why.On a plasma screen,In a holy text,Who knows where it'll come from next.From HDI to 3G too,Or is it 2G3?You tell me.These hidden codes that make you think,But never do they make you blink,And even yet, our all-seeing eye,Somehow manages to

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Mousey lives under the floor,That is home to him.Nobody wants him there.Ryan Scott2006

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Will you do something for me,Help me solve the emergency,The tropical storms, the rising sea,It is no longer a mystery.Some say it is, some call it 'life',And like to pretend there is no strife,The worry is that this will be,The mindset of that big counrty.But we can see that it's not real,See straight through that dollar zeal,We must change the way we're run,to avoid being burnt by the sun.Slow

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So what's the problem?We live in a liberal society and, within that, everyone has a right to personal freedoms. Yet these are not unconditional freedoms. When we inherit rights, they are accompanied by responsibilities. Is it our responsibility of being free, liberal citizens that is putting other rights and freedoms at risk?Yes, we have the right to do whatever we wish (within the law and within

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