Having moved back up north to the beautiful Cumbrian landscape, I am more inspired than usual to create more pieces both painting and poetry.
Watch this space and hope you like
Fells

Killing The LandIts all gone mad, its quite insane, The worlds on fire, am I to blame? And silent voices, within my head Of illogical words that fall like leadKilling The Land
Senses dimmed as light at dawn Expression vacant but inside forlorn A wandering ghost, ethereal frost Wandering nowhere and feeling lost
Haunted avenues awash with pain Echoing voices of small loved ones slain Around is beauty which gently sighs So disbelieving of mankinds cruel ties
Ignorance is bliss I was once told But life is lost as fields are sold Before me stands a hideous
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
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Smile! It won't hurt I promise...
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Smile! It won't hurt I promise...
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