A changing path and things behind
We never know where we may go
But always are these changes our own
And must be owned through pain
I hurt and tormented and left the things
That made me whole and loved
Each day is broken and poisoned and wrong
Each day is always the same
The light I hope to give to make amends and heal
Can never shine through such a darkness as me
Robin Ouzman Hislop
Robinson Jeffers Reads His Poetry
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Ibiza.Video Poem Music.Robin Marchesi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQkxMszvnyc
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Nomad trucker it’s the end
When your driving straight
Not round the bend
Cos the road goes ever, ever on
Slip sliding through this simple song
And the ways of man that I’ll never know
They cry in my heart to feed the soul….
And I don’t want to go
To Ibiza again
You can keep your Manumission
Bambuddha and his friend
Your Santa Eulalia wisdom
Why it’s left me high and dry
On an ocean of emotion
That sweeps across the sky….
Cos the road goes ever, ever on
Slip sliding through this simple song
And the ways of man that I’ll never know
They cry in my heart to feed the soul….
Nomad trucker it’s the end
When your driving straight
Not round the bend
Cos the road goes ever, ever on
Slip sliding through this simple song
And the ways of man that I’ll never know
They cry in my heart to feed the soul….
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Robin Marchesi, born in 1951, began writing in his teens, much to the consternation of his mother, the sister of Eric Hobsbawm, the historian.
In 1992 Cosmic Books published his first book entitled “A B C Quest”.
In 1996 March Hare Press published “Kyoto Garden” and in 1999 “My Heart is As…”
ClockTowerBooks published his Poetic Novella, “A Small Journal of Heroin Addiction”, digitally, in 2000.
Charta Books published his latest work entitled “Poet of the Building Site”, about his time working with Barry Flanagan the Sculptor of Hares, in association with the Irish Museum of Modern Art.
He is presently working on an upcoming novel entitled “A Story Made of Stone.”
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Tom O’Bedlam Reads Poems.
According to Wiki:
The term “Tom O’Bedlam” was used in Early Modern Britain and later to describe beggars and vagrants who had or feigned mental illness (see also Abraham-men). They claimed, or were assumed, to have been former inmates at the Bethlem Royal Hospital (Bedlam). It was commonly thought that inmates were released with authority to make their way by begging, though this is probably untrue. If it happened at all the numbers were certainly small, though there were probably large numbers of mentally ill travellers who turned to begging, but had never been near Bedlam. It was adopted as a technique of begging, or a character. For example, Edgar in King Lear disguises himself as mad “Tom O’Bedlam”.
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