Run the Blade

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I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I’ve watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those … moments will be lost in time, like tears…in rain. Time to die. Roy Batty


I have been so inspired by Brain in a jar and his Matrix trilogy that I have had to do my own Blade Runner directors cut cut . Our styles are different enough for me not to step on his toes and I hasten to add that I urge you to check out his blog if you have not already done so!



Tears in the rain, goes beyond physical pain. The memories of millions lost and all gone thrown out with this body gone for a song.

Go chasing shadows as fast as you can, then me tell have you learnt what makes a woman or a man. Is it the body soft and coloured by blood mine is red like yours the colour of that rose bud.

Have you discovered yet, is it in the brain or is the way I answer your questions or spell my name. What gives you the right to hound us to hell the woman at your side has a secret to tell.

We never grow old or ugly unlike our designer who shares our life span, but put us next to him, which of us is more human. Beauty and elegance death by sex if you like and toys that sing, dance and even ride a bike.

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So ask yourself the question anew is the Replicant that much different from you. They walk and they bleed and they have memories true and they even form friendships and they can learn to hate people too.

So run if you will throw down your blade make off with the girl who is not conceived but made.

Run for the hills and drown in her eyes  but it won’t be long until she stops and dies!



How far is dawn

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How far is dawn where can it be , how far is dawn will it ever come to rescue me. I watch the horizon as it creeps this way leaving all behind it lost and destroyed as it races this way.

How far is dawn where is the brand new day, has it disappeared  has it slipped away. The moon has hidden behind a cloud. My ears are filled with pounding of my heart as it beats out loud.

How far is dawn, is there a glimmering of light will it ever come or am I harbouring false hope this endless night. The hour before dawn is the darkest I have been told but I was not prepared for this utter emptiness or the stretching hour and the cold.

How far is dawn will things come right will the time stop stretching and will there be an end to this longest night.




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This is me here I stand, do you want my heart. Take it and crush it in your hand. Words don’t fit they beat me down all loops and bloops you watch me drown.

In my own blood you see me thrash, go on get your mates you could all lay bets as to when I’d crash!

Beat me, slap me with my words I’ve taped my mouth so my screams cannot be heard. Cut me carve me it is nothing I have not done before . I’m lost and wrecked on unused emotion’s shore.

Abuse me use me sate your need then throw me off like an unwanted weed. See my heart you have rent it in two I pull it out of my black hole and wear it on my sleeve for you .

Fuck me suck me dry you just don’t look or see the need within my eye. There is not much more that I can do you miss hear and miss understand all that I do. I stand here screaming silently bleeding need and blood constantly.

Hit me kick me just don’t look at my face, no matter how hard I have tried I cannot win this race.Here it comes the huge and vicious mouth I lost, I lost can’t take any more I fall and tumble all legs and arms I stumble south.

Damn you damn you what can I do to get to respect or love from you. Love okay it’s too late  but kindness now would compensate.


Two minutes warning

Two minutes warning

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I miss the trees, their shade and the pattern their leaves made when the noon day sun beat down. Where is the sun I can no longer see the sky as I wander through this town.
I miss the people.  No one I know or love is left. I have not seen a cat or dog. I miss the flowers all colour gone all’s dark and bereft.
I miss my life my loves a second a moment and all life wiped there’s nothing left. The order came it was obeyed the button hit the decision made. Two minutes, what to do? No time to save or warn the dye is cast all life is through…………

Poetry Challenge #7 26/08/2012

I am away this bank Holiday and was surrounded by family all day yesterday which was lovely. That was one of the promps for yesterdays poem! I did not have time to do my poetry challenge but here I am with a few minutes to spare and my brothers computer to use  and a fabulous book of poems.


Thomas Hardy         CHRISTMAS 1924

“Peace upon earth” was said.We sing it,

and pay a million priests to bring it.

After two thousand years of Mass. We’ve got as far as poison -gas.


Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, OM(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet.

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A Victorian realist, in the tradition of George Eliot, he was also influenced both in his novels and poetry by Romanticism, especially by William Wordsworth.[1] Charles Darwin is another important influence on Thomas Hardy.[2] Like Charles Dickens Hardy was also highly critical of much in Victorian society, though Hardy focussed more on a declining rural society. While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life, and regarded himself primarily as a poet his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially therefore he gained fame as the author of such novels as Far from the Madding Crowd (1874), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), Tess of the d’Urbervilles (1891), and Jude the Obscure (1895). However, since the 1950s Hardy has been recognized as a major poet, and had a significant influence on The Movement poets of the 1950s and 1960s, including Phillip Larkin and Elizabeth Jennings.[3] The bulk of his fictional works, initially published as serials in magazines, were set in the semi-fictional region of Wessex and explored tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances. Hardy’s Wessex is based on the medieval Anglo-Saxon kingdom and eventually came to include the counties of Dorset, Wiltshire, Somerset, Devon, Hampshire, and much of Berkshire, in south west England.( this Biop is care of Wikipedia  as I am not at home I have had to work faster!)


This short and to the point poem say all there is to say. It highlights the pointlessness of war,the stupidity of the human nature and it’s inability to learn anything. GOD HELP US ALL!

Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:


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Where’s the answer where’s it’s too? What’s the question I beg of you.
If no is yes and yes maybe and all the ifs are wild and free would yesterday come and after ever be!?
So actions do nothing and all comes to nought and words are all hollow who gives a toss for thought. When never is always and forever is gone and life’s not worth living and your future is gone for a song. So goodbye my lovelies come in and sit down hello how are you and why are you wearing such a frown.


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The was dark the wind was raw out o the moors arose the sound of  raven’s craw. The moon lit the path with silver glow and shadows danced along the hedgerow.

There she stood tall and dark, rake thin, and pale and her eyes held no spark, of life. Then came a fluttering of wings, bright of eye , sharp of claws and black shiny beaks to tear at things.

There stands the grave stone stark and cold she walks toward it her wings afold. Her trusty familiars close by her side drenched in the angry tears she cried.

The grave is open there is nothing there.! Stopped in shock she stands and stares. In rage her huge wings she flexes high and from her mouth an anguished cry issues forth for all to hear lightening flashes as a storm draws near!

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Rolling in grief longing for what she had had before, pounding on the empty tomb’s floor!I need to see him I need his touch once more I want him back how things were before! With black wings high and head inclined the raven open his beak and with mighty  craw out came the words NEVERMORE!


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Dear all I must apologize for being slow in checking out your posts and commenting !! Also for not posting my daily post, but what with having to pick my moments when I can use the computer with out causing a riot, I am working on my  new project  Sofia: The beginning.  I am drowning in paper and arguments  but I am here and I am writing!
Love to you all.




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