A rebel without a clue.

Information is never absolute Parts are lost Parts are hidden Parts are banned Parts aren't comprehension Parts are mystery Parts suffer misery Imparted untrue Lies take apart trust And deliver malcontents. First in three Third being sunny Twice equally squally. Eclipsed mood First in heart Heated crimson tide Flow in; tranquil, Sublime. Garden grows Between bricks and mortar Falling leaves gather Before the rake People smile against Implemented Being forced: awake!

by Daniel J. Sherburn Written in May 2011. Part 1. Growing Monkey puzzle trees right, left and left again A solitary weeping willow Arranged like one hand caressing  the Eastgate/Quarryhill round-a-bout; Disused where once there were springs, fountains and a petrol pump. Travelling back towards Wetherby My mind has become unravelled Mind and I must venture there soon. A bus route forsaken dump Rambling bland 'To Let' bulldozed wastelands, Low rise warehousing with its padlocked shutters A Nissan flagship and another dozen flurried showrooms Stand shoulder to shoulder Out of place in a cheap rent part of Leeds. Where the very nature itself springs from the roofs of too often forgotten Victoriana: Tailors', Machinists' and Pressers' Trade Union on Cross Stamford Street. Coming loudly behind me on the bus The sound of second hand "r 'n' b", the damned Dumb and chav-youth music of distinction, Surpris...