Oblivion
The beautiful wanderers, the lost, the amazed and the dazed Streaming uninterrupted down Chepstow at the beat of reggae And smokes mix with the alcohols of sweet wine and brandy Like waves, memories cross the oceans to break at the cliffs of oblivion Life is a desert island where passing birds bring light hopes and […]
Girls doing girl things prancing around the sound rig While the music blares from speakers as large as a car You can feel the blast of the bass like a hurricane And we dance and drink to reach the gates of oblivion To remember the whips, the ships and the chains All things that the […]
Like friendly fire, the clashes have no real enemy It is no friend fr foe, but blue on blue in the ropes Twerking their time away in a crowd of walking zombies Girl rubs boy into oblivion with lethal weapon Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2014 Carnival Gallery
Pointing fingers at the camera and gathering her crew for a picture Bosses will be bosses and the word go unheeded, drowned in the tintamarre Loud music makes communication uncertain but beauty remains the privilege Pictures and selfies amass like dead leaves in Autumn discarded remains of a waning memory Year after year we peel […]