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Between the Lines

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Black and white headlines
Betray grey morality
Fallen leaves turn brown

In response to RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #73 Black&White

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Politics, Writing

Gaping

 

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

Always open, ever weeping
The wound of inequality
But still they slash, cut down their crop
And with contempt they fill their boots
Screaming sights and flashing sounds
Headlines tinged with hate
Keep us poor and keep us scared
Or else eliminate

Posted in Creative Writing, Health, Poetry, Writing

Scars

By Scott Bailey © 2015

There is a small group of people
I do not know them
But they watched my tears
As I watched him die
And they carry that moment
In their hearts
I hope
They find it strengthens them
Like a scar
Or a broken bone
It does not me

Posted in General, Music, Technology

The Lost Art of Listening – to Albums

Pink Floyd had a good point when resisting the demands to release their albums digitally. They argued that their music was written to be listened to as a whole – that their songs melded into one another and were not distinct entities.

I am very guilty of that. I hop in the car, switch on my phone and stick it on shuffle* – I enjoy being surprised and not knowing what the next song will be. And as I have a wide and eclectic taste in music it can jump from one genre to the next with some startling contrasts.

However, I have become guilty of only listening to music in this way. I need to sit down, relax, and make the time to listen to a whole album in order the way it was meant to be.

Pink Floyd’s Animals is a good candidate to start with. So I am off to redress the balance.

* (when I am not listening to Audio Books these days).

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Meet the Characters – Richard

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Mankind Limited

Richard

Richard burns. He burns with a fury that is too bright for him to look at. He fights the system in whatever inventive ways he can concoct.

He never asks why he fights or what his ultimate goal is. He just needs the fight.

So defeat almost crushes him, forces him to ask himself questions he has been afraid to ask all his life.

Can he survive the answers?

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Fury

By Scott Bailey © 2015

I have lost my way
Forgotten how to play
This game
Fury are my bones
Propping up flesh
Seeking the earth
With groans
So
Fury keeps me going
Until it is doused

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Giving

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By Scott Bailey © 2015

Life gives us all gifts
Wonderful, tearful, joyful
Death gathers them back

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