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john oconnell Aug 2010
6 degrees Celsius

From my balcony,
yes! the atlas
of my balcony;
with the music
of the masters
pouring forth,
from within,
I follow the stars
direction Norway
and Sweden
while around the corner
one looks
towards Iceland
and 'those islands'.
Cleeve is just across the way
and Paris and Brussels
down the road.

This is my mainland!
jay cleeve Jun 2016
The view of man.
By jay Cleeve.

So many unanswered questions
Not many care for
Many don't dare for
The answers of our ancestors
We've been taught by a deceptive perspective
But my mind pesters
I'm not gods son
Although it sounds fun
I know the answers
We're natures natural disasters
I evolved from the untold
Yeah Darwin he spoke bold
But his stories lay unsold
For a long time he left them in his own mind
Because he was gods child
Then he lost his child
What kind if a deceiver gives a ten year old child Scarlett fever
Then you question
Christ's deception
Our reception in a dead world


So i self taught as a last resort
made my mind restored
there the sort of facts you'll never find on a black board
i wish for a simple life
One of sacrifice
For our lovers and family's
Where we'd live happily
I'm not saying there's no pain
But we're all the same
Our position on earth for all we're worth
We where natures natural birth
No different from the other brother next to you
Whether we're black or blue
Please release let go and beat the religion outta you
As Charles theories where so true
The origin of species and the decent of man our my bibles
Hell I'm an atheist disciple
I'm happy knowing the truth
Fossils and DNA being my proof
Why are most of you all blind to see
The past of mankind i long to be
The one that belongs to you and me
I don't think you care to know even though it's all on show
It's nice to believe in the tease i guess that a man in robes can impress
Really you'll never know where we all go
But I am a man of science and natures natural defiance
I know what i am and that makes me a man
I'm a hominid
And your the followers of some unholy profiteers
That can't compete with the fact I meet
We've got a whole world of history right at our feet
How can a simple man like me
Understand the simple things that be
When you all share the same history as me
Maybe it's something you evolved to be
jay cleeve Jun 2017
For I am blind but I can feel
The sunlight beaming down on me

For I am blind but I can smell the sea
The waves come crashing over me

For I am blind but I can hear
All that my eyes long to fear

For I am blind but I can taste
All my tongue can embrace

For I am blind but I can see
That this world's just not for me

Jay cleeve.
The bus driver and a rowing boat


I remember a song “A slow boat to China”
There was a man a bus driver who took his wife on holiday to Spain
where his wife ran away with a shepherd
The bus driver went home alone but had the house which exploded
(a gas leak) when he sat on the loo; he was unharmed but somewhat
embarrassed. When the insurance money, came he bought a rowing boat
which had a mast and he could set sail when the wind was right.
He landed in Falmouth before the winter storms.
When spring came he rowed and sailed to the island of Neves where
he met John Cleeve, who wrote a funny article about the brave man
and suddenly the bus driver was famous.
The rich people in Neve gave him money which put in a bank
(there are so many banks) when he went to the bank to draw
out money for an ice-cream, he found he was a millionaire.
High finance is a mystery and something had gone wrong
not for him to ask questions, but he did transfer the money
to a Swiss bank and took the first plane back to Europe.
The bus driver is now a prosperous cattle farmer in Andalusia.

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