Passion/When I was 25 and MrsBeautiful 21/we got married./Me became we./We had been kissing for three years./First date at the Cavern Club/Beat groups on the bill/one called Beat-les)/Passion

Passion/When I was 26 and MrsBeautiful 22/read this in Gutter Feelings/first book/still available by a deep trawl of the internet/JoanMe left/Passion

Passion/@26 I left behind my engineering&hometown/to be House-parents/Prison for children/Burning bridges/but never relationships/never faith/Passion

Passion/lived on d job every/5different pins onGPS map/always young humans/always living on d edge/we:me/29 years/Passion

Passion/No regrets/being fat uneducated working class lad/moved in faith&mission/beyond dreams/awareness and skill/Scars+Learning in synergy/Passion

Passion/My faith changed/Somehow the conservative bubble burst/Someone greater than me/holding the pins/Passion

Passion/I became radical/Left behind the words should&aught/journeyed 2reside2 place called uncomfortable/where growth resides/Passion

Passion/My awareness changed/skills changed/Life wondrous/Joy&tears flowed mingled down/University of Life/Highest qualifications/always SCARS Passion

Passion
I have discovered some of the wonders
of emotion
of spirituality
of Loveology
of deep relationships
of living taking the mask off
of communicating with Blob Tree blobs
of being sick with fear
of fumbling into group work
of having teeth knocked out
of stumbling into training
of one set of footprints in the sand
of the essential need for team work
of creating developmental exercise
of learning how to weep at injustice
of learning how to sit in the gutter
of always living with change as normal
of learning how to feel for and with the bruised/of learning that I have only learned a bit/Passion

Passion/I have discovered some of the wonders/of emotion/of spirituality/of Loveology/of deep relationships/of living taking the mask off/of communicating with Blob Tree blobs/of being sick with fear/PASSION

Passion/I have discovered wonders/of fumbling into group work/of having teeth knocked out/of stumbling into training/of one set of footprints in the sand/Passion

Passion/of the essential need for team work/of creating developmental exercise/of learning how to weep at injustice/of learning how to sit in the gutter/Passion

Passion/of always living change as normal/of learning how to feel for&with the bruised/of learning that I have only learned a bit/Passion

Passion/not to settle down/I realise I am getting older/Only my body/Maybe not as long in the hours as I used to be/Passion

Passion/time4change & I know it/Journey locked in the GPS/not know destination/And divine sat nav to have faith in/Not only about the journey/and turn by turn navigation/also/the destination/Passion

Passion/tho weak/Vulnerability=ability/PASSIONWEEK

The Last BK

He looked like he’d lost a pound and found a penny.
He wanted the normal box meal
But said he’d go large on the Pepsi.
He took a handful of straws.

When I next looked up (it was a busy night)
He was surrounded by a gang of mates.
Funny thing was, they all seemed to be drinking from his cup
And sharing his burger.

I was going to tell the manager.
After all, if they come in here,
They can’t eat someone else’s food, can they?
We’ll go out of business.

Just then, one of the gang got up and walked out.
He looked real guilty.
Then the girl arrived.
The one who was living rough, on the streets.
You can spot ‘em –and smell ‘em - a mile off.

She went up to him and gave him a brand new iPod.
He was choked.
His mates accused her of nicking it
But she said it was kosher, she’d earned it.
I overheard her say, with a smile:
‘You can listen to it when they stick you in the cells.’

Then he said to all of them:
‘This is it. The last BK.
We won’t meet again like this
Until my Dad takes us all out for a feast.
Stick together – it’s going to be a long night.’

He spilled some ketchup on his hands
But the girl wiped it clean for him.
They looked at each other
Like they were sharing a secret.

Then the cops arrived
And he was bundled out into a big black van.
One of his mates pulled out a knife but he shouted at them:
‘Put it away. It’s not what we’re about.’

The manager spoke to the cops out front.
Apparently, his mate had grassed him up.
He was about to blow up the American embassy, or something.
Terrorist suspect. (Later though, I heard he was stitched up.)

While I was clearing his table
I found his iPod in the corner, behind a chair.
The first song was ‘You’ve got the love’ by Florence and the Machine:

“Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through

Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then it seems that life is just too much
But you've got the love I need to see me through

When food is gone, you are my daily meal
When friends are gone, I know my Saviour's love is real
Your love is real.”

I never saw him again.

by Peter Barratt
my friend

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First Swimming Lessons

I swim inside her
Stretching, then floating
In liquid-space
Bouncing off rubber walls
Careering into cavernous flesh
Performing double somersaults with ease

As the days pass
I become constricted
Snug
Warm
Enfolded
My feather-heart beats gently
My toenails sprout
I want to stay here forever

Then it gets intense
Pressure from all sides
Something is pushing hard
I have no choice
But to hang on
Time to exit – into what?

Suddenly – no more water
The push of air in my throat
The dead bump of dry land
No one holds me anymore
I am let loose in the world
To swim against the tide




by my friend
Peter Barratt

...... it is about feelings .....
I don't want to be caught up in language and behaviour which is modelling CHURCH which others outside the club don't feel they can or want to belong to.
I want to be authentic in life and in church with people of faith and not of faith.
I don't want to be apart.
I want to be be real to everyone - open palms to all/back turned to no-one and when others get to know me they will find out I am a deep and thirsty and stumbling dedicated disciple of the Divine.



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Invaded invaded by beautiful humans
and
LOVING IT LOVING IT

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Too FLY! Erykah Badu Djing at The Low End Theory w/ Thundercat on Bass, and Fly Lo supplying electronics.