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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

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ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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The car, the music and me. 

All three heading down to Galway

Calmness keeps me company, strange

when most times I'm crazy in my own mind.

It's because I'm on my own, with only 

the car,the music and of course me for company

 

Nothing like a road trip to set your mind at rest.

Especially when you end up in a place, that 

hasn't got too many people on the land.

How any ever survived this landscape defies

my imagination, but then perhaps they up and left.

Headed of too lands anew, hoping to find tranquility.

 

But city living is a,myth,harshness lies in many forms, cold ways and

colder people. Everyone out for themselves pushing

aside old ways and old times, rushing around making a living.

when the music, the car and me cruise through Connemara 

Passing by what was habitat for locals, now rubble strewn

boulders lying discarded amid the heather and fern. 

 

I think of Yeats phrase, Ireland a terrible beauty,

couldn't be more suited to Connemara. 

Except memories will always infiltrate to seek out a 

quiet place were one has, only the car, the music and peace.





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