ADVENTING

An illusory gander around the doors of a duxicus inventive

An advent compendium with lines taken from poems ( with some that haven’t been written yet  )

Behind number one is a carrot, its always a carrot,

Think snowman hard think snowman thawed

Behind Number two is a broken pulpit

Ignoring zion is nigh on impossible / ignoring zion feels heartless and pale

Behind Number three is an un-known quantity

Well… We’ve all been there. / Uncertain and slightly ill at ease for what might happen next

Behind Number four is a giant clock going backwards

Working out what matters most is all we’ve go to do

Behind Door Number Five is a coterie of criminals

A catastrophe is brewing…

Behind door number six is a pealing bell

It tolls and tolls and tells its tale its getting late and the ale has gone

Behind Door Number Seven is the river carrying poisonous chickenshit gravy through our towns

: H2ohoh

Behind Door Number eight is a place to leave your sorrows or your rage

Truly however its is for you as you tread upon this earth…

Door number nine is always always always worth watching for its wit and wily wonders

Number Ten is as wonky as ever

Lets say no more

Behind door Number eleven is a distant horizon where it all feels good

From the ashes sung

Behind Door Number twelve is the passcode that never arrived

It didn’t happen / what are we learning?

Behind Door Number Thirteen is something that is slightly awkward to discuss

Behind Door Number Fourteen there is a big issue seller

How can we live in a world like this I ask you for your thought / How can we make the change / and do things as we ought

Behind fifteen is a choir of angels singing the blues

Come in come in and let your sweetness lift us from our woes – help our souls to soar beyond the sadness & the news

Behind Door Number Sixteen is a lie that we tell ourselves

Lets go no further

Door seventeen opens to reveal some bad things happening in the eastern mediterranean

Gotta little song to sing… please join in

Behind eighteen is just a question mark with 84 in mind as orwell saw it

Behind nineteen we are in a different world and it all begins to make sense

Welcome to Rimkis yard and the story it tells

Behind Door number twenty is a mash up of

all the things you’ve ever seen and all the places that you’ve ever been  all at once and its slightly overwhelming

Twenty one is an empty promise

Behind Door Number Twenty Two is a puddle of indulgence

Do you mind if I allow myself a question

Twenty Three is about managing expectations

In Twenty four we see a door behind a door behind a door ……..  and theres a knock

And its time to go.

In another world

Fifteen is a memory you’d thought youd lost

Sixteen is where it all becomes silent

Number seventeen is train ticket out of here

Number eighteen is a rubber dinghy

Stop Stop Stop

Surely Its time to Stop