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Writing by Samuel Pye

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  • Silk sky

    Silk sky
    I ride by my ancestors side,
    Gliding through silk sky‘s,

  • Scotch Smoke

    Scotch Smoke
    Warm Scotch Whiskey rain,
    soothes my heartache,
    soothes my pain,
    strong smooth smoke fills my brain,
    peace and tranquillity I seek to find,

  • Creation Elation

    Creation Elation
    Grafting together in the silence of a golden night,
    a painting of true delight,
    dashes of colour,
    textured depth,
    brush strokes pulling through the paint,
    mixing,
    love,
    selfless patience,
    pursuit of mutual perfection,
    passionate loving affection,
    a vibrant image,
    an everlasting contribution to evolution,
    creation elation,

  • Paidom of Speech

    Paidom of Speech
    Free! free! Freedom of speech,
    have you forgot my sacrifice?!
    I gave my life,
    i’m still here, dead, in the dirt, beneath your feet,
    well,
    keep your mouth shut then,
    I’m trying to think,

  • Mussolini

    Mussolini
    Blonde hair, black heart,
    German daughters,
    bleeding Russian red,
    a costly defeat,
    entirely complete,
    welcome to Berlin,
    lets begin,
    again,
    again,
    no, no, longer,
    free work,
    two words,
    not often placed together in that order,
    build another border,
    he who has not sinned, cast the first stone,
    parents sent their children to throw the stones,
    a game of smash the plates,
    do the righteous and the worthy both taste the same?

  • Frosty Starz

    Frosty Starz
    My stars have aligned, I will disappear,
    no love, no worry, no heartache or fear,
    I will take your photograph every day, print it and send it on its way,
    so as I wander lost, I will meet you and share a smile,
    everyday you brighten,
    speaking through rambling thunder,
    lightening cracks in the sky,
    starting another beautiful day together,
    rain falls, we begin to march again,
    we stand in solidarity,
    with everyone and who they tried to be,
    malicious,vicious,
    evil, wicked,
    narrow-minded, short-sighted,
    heartless, selfish shits,
    love enveloped them,
    we fight to forgive,
    as the paranoia disposes of every pleasant feeling,
    lonely and miserable,
    I mutter,
    a testament to lack of trust,
    what do you know?
    I am happy,
    perhaps I was born to hate,
    you my white friend, are in the wrong state,

  • Snow in the Lake District

    Snow in the Lake District
    On a misty mountain top,
    eternal time together,
    every moment precious,
    You are with me and I am with you,
    thankful,
    beautiful changing scenery,
    vivid striking landscapes,
    too many choices,
    instant selections,
    voices,
    conflicting but kind,
    slowly conversing, concisely in her mind,
    snow covered Lake District mountains,
    a Pig’s head appears,
    bacon and fears,
    valleys,
    rivers,
    out to the ocean,
    a potion,
    a cocktail,
    relief from the pain,
    engineered for comfort and safety,
    because I love you,

  • Precision

    Precision
    You are my vision,
    my heart, fire and soul,
    you guide my decision,

  • Accommodation

    Accommodation
    The engineer built the tools he drew,
    the doctor treated the pain, the actor was able to explain,
    she modelled it on me and I was inspired by you,
    you can deny it,
    but isolation may not be for you,
    mutual accommodation,
    how we get along,
    tolerance does not mean silence,
    silence does not mean ignorance,
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  • Pressure Applied

    Pressure Applied
    Pressure applied,
stress evoked,
fresh air,
turning to smoke,
backs turned to suffering and pain,
leaders chosen,
destiny delegated,
care relegated,
keep together, hold the line,
let them through and slaughter a few,
now I sit and listen,
the dinosaur dawn chorus,
I fear you, I have to respect you,
not because I want to,
but because I do not want to die,
not now, not ever,
I ask them who was the first?
the first what? they say,
the first to kill to eat?  
you know the past-time so many repeat,
they replied with a pause,
a shake of the beak,
they said, even the herbivores have to compete,
your ambition, your approach,
you have shaped for some time,
man made measures of infinity,