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Caught that bright yellow thing in the sky called the sun today in Glasgow! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the sun.

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My friend Paul lives here, now Jesse sees it "through different eyes" - poetic for all the right reasons

This is just a few seconds of rain. Somewhere between aggression and serenity.

My favourite dreamy sound xxx

This has been one of my favourite things to look at, ever since I knew how to look, not see xxx

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Today was a crucial day Learning to listen and let nature speak Hearing the many voices that teach Hearing the songs of each and every creature the wind as it seeps through the branches and danced off the water. We live such a distracted life focusing so much on making ends meet working a job,...

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Open minds speaking from the one place that matters

The Man Behind These Eyes

I've often wished for things looking ahead. I eventually knew that simply by wishing for something didn't actually make it happen. Making things happen makes them happen. Everything that I used to wish for never used to happen. This was a massive spectrum of things, from wanting to be able to fly like superman or to have things, any things that were completely out of reach. Clothes, gadgets...girls. I grew up believing in some kind of magic that can bring anything, just because I'm Warren and I'm the only Warren like me. And magic, as I'm sure you'll agree will only get so far in, but also so far out. What on earth am I on about? I'm on about the state of mind. The thinking aspect of it all. Who I am. What I am to me and other people. I just believe that there's that little bit of magic inside me. I always have. I don't believe myself to be superior, just special, as we all should feel. But wishing for something? I mean come on, have a little common sense. "I wish I could fly I wish I could fly" just sounds like empty words because saying them strung together isn't going to make me fly anymore than my arse will shit a cabbage. Funny though. What am I saying again? I'm saying: make it happen. One love.

My grrl in a blaze of colour. (I should say: "She is the blaze of colour in a day so dull")

'Where the lines begin to blur'

It becomes easy for me to acquire characteristics of the people who I meet and who I speak to. One of the most charming things I believe, is when this happens to me too.

I count myself to be lucky for my natural simplistic outlook and attitude towards my surroundings and situations, and if this (I'm trying not to write 'lesson' here) 'character' or part of my 'character' rubs off on anyone else then brilliant.

This does all sound very indulgent and almost narcissistic, but the point I'm making here is that I walk and see a new type of person, a different type of people who seem to get attention for being...shall we say; 'on the dark side'?

What do we call them? Chavs? Townies? Rioters? Dickheads? The loveless?

I can't think if a generation that hasn't complained about the new generation coming through; their fashions, attitudes...respect. But I'm not old or wise enough yet to feel I can give a meaningful ground-breaking opinion that is going to resonate and touch all who need to hear it. But I'm not old complaining about the new generation; nope. I'm complaining about MY generation.

But this is the problem. They think being how I am is a problem, some synonymous yin and yang situation that has no core and no solution, that I can think of yet.

I count myself lucky. Every day. But by thinking exactly that is being part of a type of person and people that means I can not resign from.

And I certainly am not going to adopt the characteristics of a complete scumbag, faithless, loveless idiot.

One love.

Me and me boy in the rain.

Just a view of the frozen river. Sneak peek of the beauty it can create.

From where?

I just read a good friend of mine’s self evaluation on her own writing and creation or graphic novels.

It’s nice to know its not just me who is over critical and has a habit of ripping my work to shreds, but as I was reading, it turns out that the logic of crying for you work, or any creation can be applied to anything, from your own art to your job or more importantly to me; my children.

I was told once that John Lennon said ‘life is what happens when you make plans’ and things like this ring in my ears after I try to write my stories or even get something as (what should he simple) as getting my point across, but I guess what I’m saying here is, when you have an idea about what you want to happen, and how you want it to be, that everything else in the universe seems to either get in the way, or transgress the end design. Sometimes this can be a blessing, a gift (wrapped in an un-decipherable enigma…) or a massive problem, so getting upset for your creations and thus, being passionate for them, simply shows your enthusiasm, your determination and dedication.

And this is, and will always be, one of my favourite qualities in anyone.

One love.

#kittywake

The light.

Sometimes its not about who follows you or who you follow; but what your heart really means to you. If you have doubt because of what someone else might think, then clearly there's an issue of trust.

If something is ever causing a problem: solve the problem.

One love.

It's more than a new kind of light...

I get, for some reason, fascinated by simple things. When I add milk to my favourite coffee cup, filled with my favourite coffee, the movement and cloud-like swirls moving slowly look amazing, like an angelic purity that no one notices, in a warm brown sludgie world at my fingertips. I like watching it, its a little coffee time gem, no storms in teacups here. Or the complete pleasure one of my younger kids finding fascination at daft things like a cd box or a spoon, new shapes and fun that's just waiting to be explored. I use my spoon to stir the white and brown swirls in my cup, but to my baby, its an aeroplane! A wand! A slide for imaginary tiny person to sire and splash in the pool at the bottom.

And I get fascinated watching. Tiny movements with massive meanings.

There's all this magic around us that I think as we get older we start to miss, and I know the key isn't children, the key is ourselves.

One love.

This is more significant than you could ever know

Pitter-patter of our steps.

We chuck bread out into our back garden for the birds to eat. Sparrows, black birds, pigeons, crows; they love it and always come back when there's nowt there. Sweet watching the sparrows feed each other, proper cute.

I once went to a friends 30th party, and met some right lovely and silly people. Was a great night, with great company. This is where I first met Stan properly, I'd worked with his wife and his daughter Emma trained me in 2001. This was four years ago, and last week, through Facebook, I found out Stan, aged 42, had passed away.

Now as a parent the thought of leaving my family behind when I'm that age breaks my manheart, and the thought of the family he's left behind coping without him breaks my manheart. It makes me so emotional that I keep telling my Mrs how much I love her, how proud of her I am, how grateful I am for her and our children, because the thought of it all vanishing hurts my soul.

There's of course nothing any of us can do if the hooded figure comes knocking: "death smiles at all men, all man can do is smile back" etc etc. What can you do? We all know what to do.

And the birds keep coming for some bread. And they're happy just the way they are.

One love.

Being what I am, what I want, what you are not

I've always felt a certain degree of privilege, not because of money (I've got none) not because of a high brow education (I've got none) and not because of being gifted by a benefactor (I've got none)... but because my eyes have always felt like they've been washed out, like I'm seeing things not only from my point of view but a neutral point of view, someone else's, something not me.

And I love it.

I've always felt this sense of privilege because I am the most lucky boy in the world, because I have the best, and by best I naturally mean 'the absolute best ever created on Gods green earth' best wife, mum and friends ever. And I like all of you have the same worries about money, kids the future etc, and this binds us as the same.

But with this in mind, you can not and should not be in any way afraid of your own potential. If you're not blessed with the love and grace and solid support of parents or friend, I would like you to just know that you have a massive sense of worth, and are capable of things you don't know you are capable of.

I wouldn't want you to mix this message with doing bad things, hurtful or negative things, but above all, believe in yourself, remember who you are, and if you have that special something to give, then I call on you and urge you to give it.

One love.

A Chorus of Angels

I remember the first time sitting trying to think of something deep and meaningful and universally understandable by everyone who reads it, a title, a notion...words from my heart.

'A Chorus of Angels' was the name I gave to my myspace (now well deleted...) because of the singing, performing, and that amazing elevated state you can reach when everything is going in the right direction, in unison and perfect.

This has only happened to me a few times, but when the air coming out of my lungs, through my larynx and vibrating my vocal chords locks-in with my guitar in perfect tune, it feels like a violin bow caressing my throat, and peaking with a Chorus of Angels.

It has been too long since I did this.

So it's time I started up again x

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