“To me, there are no dreams, not in places like this. There is no true dream, just empire building with paper and plasticine.”
Tag: james garratt
They Want You To Be Mad – Written February 2025 (Aged 49)
“They want you to go mad. But the truth is, it’s them. And that’s an indisputable fact.”
Vulnerability Drinks Milk of Human Kindness – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“Vulnerability drinks the milk of human kindness, but vulnerability comes with degrees of blindness.”
New Days, New Ways, New Words To Say – Written Monday 17th February 2025 (Aged 49)
“I move on, again. New team, new pitch. But how did it come to this?”
The Painter – Written November 1994 (Aged 19)
he painted a picture –
fell in
and never came out
Gipsy Boy Part 1 – Written Thursday 31st December 1992 (Aged 17)
gipsy boy,
no home to call his own
Who Are We? (Who Am I?)
Who Are We (Who Am I?) just remembering what i am trying to focus on what i wasi have changed … More
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 