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  1. Flight path.

    Flight path.




    The aeroplanes overhead dropping their fumes on everyone’s head … The fumes hit the tree’s . roof tops . cars . roads . gardens . into my lungs then my head … They change their flight path every day not so annoying as overhead … Most people will never use these machines that churn out dread upon the head … The beauty of the countryside all you see is their jet streams far above your head … The fumes are carried all around the world landing on someone ...
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  2. A Revelation.


    I lay on my borrowed bed a plain white ceiling I could see … With six flush lights it was still daylight … I decided I would listen to Revelation six … Before it played I saw the colour red as I looked up to the ceiling . that night.





    Listening to Revelation 6. Alan
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  3. The words will come when you start to write.

    I don’t have anything to say … So why am I writing here today … I cant help myself I must write and empty myself with what I say … I listened to Revelation five and what it had to say … Of course it’s not an it and I didn’t understand all of what the spirit had to say … Never the less I must have learnt something today midst all the organised chaos of the day … Not to take offense at a family members anger and what they might have to say … ...
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  4. I see you inside out.

    I see you inside out.

    God has made some people beautiful outside … God has made some beautiful people ugly inside … God is making some people beautiful inside … Some people are ugly inside and out.


    Listening to Revelation 4. Alan


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  5. Living in the City.

    Living in the City.

    19.6.2014 | 19:05 |
    The beautiful smells of summer … Suddenly it’s arrived after longing for a while … Walking from where I parked .. The smell of blossoms in the air … The warm breeze allowing petals to leave the tree’s … Or was it a dirty old wagon … Brushing the tree as it went rushing by.


    We can hide in the City were so many people abide … We cannot hide from the makers smile … Why are you trying to hide when you should be by my side …
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