DOVE OF PEACE


The Dove Has Flownby Gregory Anthony Stone

I don’t want to see the big picture
I’d rather be left alone
I’m not the centre of your universe
It’s a pity the dove of peace has flown


Some say there are too many patriots
Some say freedom fighters are too few
Some say that it’s a bad omen
To hail a hero out of some loser we once knew


Go fight the way the rebels fight for freedom
Stealth by day and at night let it be
And though they’ll never know a victory
No empire conquers what it cannot see


They say ‘If you’re not with us you’re against us’
I guess that triggers a crusade
The moral code out of balance
The way of man that we’ve betrayed


I don’t want to see the big picture
I’d rather be left alone
I’m not the centre of your universe
We’re walking blind into the unknown


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THE ART OF FROST – ON CARS

Most days this winter are either freezing cold and rainy, or just plain horribly cold with frost everywhere. Generally the frost is just a white cloak, nothing special. However, yesterday when I thought I’d give the cars – not being used hardly at all because of the lockdown – a run before the batteries die I saw this ‘frost art’ on the bonnets. Surreal or what.    




Note the seagulls couldn’t help themselves on the bonnet

Some music to fit my mood. The song, ‘Hooked’. It’s from my ‘Rainbow’s End’ album available for download on BANDCAMP  When I wrote this back in 2017 I was having a battle with creativity, hence I wrote about my relationship with it. Scroll on, 3 years later and I’m back where I started, having another battle – same enemy. I hope you enjoy;




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DREAMER, ZEUS & THE OLD LADY

Art work by Funniest Animal Videos


I was reading an article that said when in the mood a cat can count up to 7. My immediate thought was that that made a mockery of the 9 lives theory, given that cats must be in no man’s land after 7 disastrous accidents. I wondered how the writer got to know that cats can count up to 7, so I wrote this.


The old lady with the broomstick she took everywhere never really wanted to live on Planet Earth but she didn’t have much choice but to stay put. She wasn’t a witch or anything like that. She just liked her broomstick and didn’t care for Planet Earth that much. She always said she found having a broomstick therapeutic. Her Earth problems were all about allergies. Hay fever, dust allergies and atopic dermatitis were her adversaries. She didn’t quite know what atopic dermatitis was. It was what her doctor called it and he knew more words than she did. What she did know was that it made her itch most times, although for reasons unknown she never itched when carrying her broomstick. Mostly she slept with the broomstick. When she went down town to do a bit of shopping on rainy days she had to leave it at home because she couldn’t hold an umbrella and the stick at the same time without falling over.   


Luckily she never had animal type allergies. That’s why she kept two cats and always kept the bird feeding station down the bottom of the garden full of seed.


As she’d grown older then older some more she found life was getting boring. Her husband had died years before and she lived alone, apart for the cats. Morpheus and Zeus were the names she gave them. Because she couldn’t always remember Morpheus’ name she mainly called him Dreamer. He slept a lot.


It was because of her cats that her world got better then better still. It was on a hot summer’s day that she decided she would feed her cats outside. Her back garden was massive but because of her allergies she’d had it concreted over. To make the garden look better she’d planted masses of plastic flowers in tubs all over the place. It confused the bees but no harm was done.


Somehow, given that she was carrying her broomstick with her, she took with her a bowl each of gourmet cat food chicken cubes in sauce for both Dreamer and Zeus. The thing was that one bowl had five cubes, the other had seven. Zeus got the short end of the stick. He didn’t look that happy. She noticed that Zeus had nodded his head five times before popping over to Dreamer, where he nodded seven times. When he’d finished nodding he looked up at the old lady and shook his head in disappointment.  It was a that point she’d discovered that cats can count.


Ever since that day she never got bored again. Once she’d taught her cats to play counting games she never looked back. The cats were pretty happy themselves. They had known for some time that dogs can’t count, even though wolves could.


Every day, sometimes all day, you’d find her playing Snakes and Ladders and Ludo with the cats.  



Some music. My song ‘Tick-Tock’ from my ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ album. You can download this BANDCAMP I hope you enjoy.

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LOOKING FOR REASONS


Photo by Michael Chen

LOOKING FOR REASONS


Looking for reasons
Me, you and she
Fighting for justice
And taking the knee
A paradise lost
Now under the sea
An invisible pandemic
Cries out a stupid “Yippee”
It kills mostly the poor
Than it does the bourgeoisie
Mostly the poor
Who will never be free


Anything goes
When powers agree
To turn a blind eye
At the death of some tree
They count all their assets
And never foresee
That wiping out forests
Is a death wish destiny


Looking for reasons
Has no guarantee
Believe me, I’ve tried it
To the nth degree
All I know for certain
That there’s no point to flee
From a planet pronounced dead
Come the death of the last bee


Talking of bees, I’ve got a song from my first album, ‘Dream Rescuer’ called ‘Sunlight & The Dust’. It’s all about the direction we’re heading in, and bees play a part in the lyric. If you want to download the album you’ll find it available via  BANDCAMP or, at AMAZON when searching ‘Zoolon Audio Albums’.  I hope you enjoy.


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LIPSTICK GIRL & TRADING SUITS FOR UNIFORMS


LIPSTICK GIRL & TRADING SUITS FOR UNIFORMS


The only sounds I’m hearing are birdsong, bombs and guns
I ask myself the question, ‘Are we the only ones
With eyes that see and hearts that break and hands that paint the scene?
While out there in the muddy Somme, they all died aged nineteen’


Scroll forward another century, no history books required
Big liars with big egos, how come their followers admired?
Lipstick girl, at rest in shadows, a heart that beats no more
Since Big Ego traded suits for uniforms kicking off an uncivil war


I ought to explain who ‘lipstick girl’ is. She’s a real person and she’s out there somewhere. On my blog post last week a few of us spoke about the lipstick girl and how she got badly treated by a shopworker aggressively talking down to her for no good reason, saying her lipstick wasn’t an essential item, so she couldn’t buy it. Her story got in the national news. Anyhow, it got me thinking that lipstick girl would be my metaphor for all good people and represent a reflection of the bad places humanity has been, and still is. Shopworker person, just a figure of speech for all that is rotten.




Time for a song, an old one at that. I wrote back in 2014 and called it ‘Shout at Newsreels’. I’ve never done much with this number so far but it fits this post, plus I have been shouting at news channels lately. I hope you enjoy;


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HONESTY & FABRICATIONS


Photographs courtesy of the sea

Honesty and fabrications
All that glitters can’t be good
Smiles, tears and accusations
Tell a kind of truth no one understood


I live in a hole in the ground
Above live the germs. Happy germs.
They play football most days
In empty stadiums
Mostly though
They can get on your nerves
They knock on my door uninvited
Chanting songs of imaginary guilt
Songs no one needs to know


I’d been hoping
In my forever hole
My neighbours
Were rabbits
Maybe badgers
Definitely not ants
But mainly they are rats
Fat rats, in smart suits
Making money out of politics
And screwing up people’s lives


Next door in the tower
Lives an overfed woodlice
He asked me if I had a gun
I told him I didn’t do guns
But I do climb fences OK
He speaks a lot
But doesn’t say much
He doesn’t like the blackbirds
And the best thing is
They don’t like him


Honesty and fabrications
All that glitters can’t be good
Smiles, tears and accusations
Tell a kind of truth no one understood


A quote I forgot, but rate. One that just came back to me a minute ago.
‘Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind’ – Mick Jagger





Some music. ‘Time Out’ from my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album. The album itself is available from BANDCAMP I hope you enjoy;



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RAINBOW’S END WILL STAY OUR SECRET

Is this the rainbow’s end?

It was – no names – recently suggested to me to play my ‘Rainbow’s End’ song on the blog. I take that as a request – I like requests. So here it is. Lyric first, song follows. I hope you enjoy;

On the day the ice caps melted
The sun swallowed up the sea
No rain from Africa to Eurasia
No spring time blossom on the trees


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day
Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day


This song is not a blatant warning
I believe its far to late
Mankind’s ways of greed and war
Has defined this death wish fate


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day
Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day


Rainbows end will stay our secret
For forever and a day



If you like this song the 10 track album of the same name can be download from BANDCAMP for just £5 or the equivalent currency depending on where you live.


Nearly at the top of the Pyrenees


On the way up


Halfway up


Going up, the dog has a long way to go!


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THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD

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I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings.

The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers in the 1860s to counter the perceived threat of invasion by Napoleon III. It was home and workplace to the regiments of the British Army for over 150 years. A great many soldiers died here. This place was the scene of tragedy. It is these circumstances which are believed to be the root cause of hauntings.

We could not have found a more clinically pure venue to investigate with no other access available, no passing persons, no wildlife, no insecure doors or windows and no interference from power or light sources yet we encountered a host of unexplained noises from the loud and forcible to the quiet and serene. Light sources were not always explainable. Drafts and feelings were explainable.

What are we left with? A number of totally unexplained noises in a building that had no facility to make them on its own.”

Source: Ghost Connections


Next, my words – perhaps the beginnings of a lyric for a song sometime.


In the darkness you can hear them
The ones who never got away
Blood on chalk, pain then death
But the soul, it don’t decay


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They sing the ballad of the unnamed soldier
When the Sun has gone to bed
They won’t be going home again
The invisible undead


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Lost love, lost limbs and broken hearts
From fighting in a war
The blackness is their prison now
Locked up behind an unlocked door


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You’ll hear them, never see them
If you ever pass by their clifftop cell
The invisible undead, the invisible undead
Outside the gates of Hell


Music wise, the closest I can get to the Invisible Undead is a piece of sound art I made a few years back called ‘March of The Dead’. I hope you enjoy;


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A CONCRETE FOREST ACROSS AN OCEAN

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‘The Forest of Dreams’


Walking in the middle of the forest, taking a few pics along the way, I looked up, saw a buzzard preparing to swoop down on his prey. Nature at work. Then later, thinking about racist humans at work, I couldn’t help but compare the two.


Up above the buzzards’ waiting
Singing ‘kee-yaa’ for his new love
Down below the farm and woodland
Down below the fledgling dove


He had no choice, no time to play mind games
He’ll take what he can get
Survival of the fittest means
He kills with no regret


Paradise is where the birds sing
In the trees and in the sky
Life’s a race to beat the seasons
Or else his nestlings, they will die


In a concrete forest across an ocean
A white cop kills – a black man’s dead
The police ignore his plea for mercy
“I can’t breathe” was all he said


Equality should be in our DNA
No more poor excuses nor stupid chatter
Law makers and law enforcers
Go prove that ‘Black Lives Matter’


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‘The Long Way Home’


Here’s a piece of music. It’s called ‘Barbed Wire’. I hope you enjoy;


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MARILYN, THE PAPARAZZI & PLANET MARS

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‘Not my lucky day’ – read on!
I tried my best but couldn’t find the photographer’s name for this, so I can’t credit it


Weeks and weeks of rain. Every now and then some hailstones; every other day early morning frost. So, totally unexpected, on Christmas morning here in South-East England, sun – zero wind, blue skies, calm sea. A decent day at last. Getting it all wrong I went out with the big coat on and no sunglasses. It should have been the other way around. I’m good at getting weather related stuff all wrong. Here’s some of the pics I took, plus the Marilyn one I never got.


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‘Where it all went wrong’


Down at the harbourside, although a good distance away, outside of the posh hotel I saw a dead-ringer for Marilyn Monroe, like the ones in the posters you see everywhere – white dress and stereotypical blond-dyed hair – draped seductively over the bonnet of this old motor on some sort of photo shoot it looked like. I’m supposing ‘seductively’ is the right word although alternatively the scene did look a bit like a tragic accident what with her being flat on her back on the bonnet of a car! Anyhow, such an odd thing to see on Christmas morning. I was too far away to get the pic and it was obvious, even to me, the professional photographers hanging around, plus the regular people out for a walk all managed to get the pics they wanted. I had a jealousy moment. By the time I made it there all I got was this shot of the vintage car. I could have run flat out I suppose but that would make me look a bit over keen to get there – even though I was over keen to get there! Running would definitely be embarrassing. Passers by might think I was a weirdo. I’d never make it as a paparazzi.


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‘Wrought iron versions of 007 & friends’


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‘Now that’s what I call a roundabout’

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‘Western Dock still being updated’


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‘Colour version of same Dock – taken from Western Heights’


Having missed the Marilyn look-alike shot I had this random thought that I’d more chance of getting a pic of the surface of Mars than get lucky on Christmas Day, hence today one of my older songs, not yet on an album even though it got curated a couple of years back called ‘RED PLANET’. I hope you enjoy;


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