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Darryl Joseph

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About Me

I have a daughter called Leaha And a son called Anthony; And a beautifull grandaughter, Sweet, sweet Kassidy; I`ve just turned forty; I`m not at all sporty; I`m no Alpha-Male; Vodka makes me pale; Four beers and I`m sick,so, I drink, by the gallon,words and music; I like to have a smoke; Despise the bigot`s joke; Still got my crowning glory, But, my teeth are another story; Got Bluey-Greyee eyes, The colour of Mid-November skies; And a Wonderous, Magicaal family. Well, thats enough about me. Layout Provided By CodeMyLayout.com - Myspace Layouts

My Interests

Life. And how we break it; Love. And how we fake it; War. And how we make it Sex. And how we shake it

I'd like to meet:

Hmmmm. That's hard one. Let me think. Einstien, Stan Laurel, The Missing-Link. Jesus Christ, Hitler, and Anne Frank, and, of course, the manager of my bank. Alas, I'm resigned to meeting none of the above, So I'll settle for someone to love.

Music:

American Music Club and Johnny Cash, Dylan, Niel Young, Springsteen, the Clash, Laney-May-Murphy, Baccarach, Gaye; Whenever I hear them, I'm blown away

Books:

Anything by Phillip Roth

Heroes:

Dylan obviously and my mum and Laney May Murphy

My Blog

Big C.

  The first sure sign; The lump, sublime. The next alarm; The red- viened arm.   The handsome Doc'; The "Sit down, please": The state of shock. The word disease. The diagnosis; The "good" pr...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 04:41:00 PST

Grief

  June, to God, went running; John said, "Wait June, I'm a' coming: With you, and my Master, I'll soon speak, In, I guess, about sixteen week'".
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 03:44:00 PST

Retrospective

  The cutting of newspaper was paper -clipped to a picture Of a pop star who had stolen this or that; Logged "rock n roll", With Perry Como and Luke Goss; His name was Peter Moss.   He read ...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:45:00 PST

War; another Letter.

  When I get older I will marry a soldier With a  big gun. Just like my mum.   My daddy says it's hot And he hasn't yet got shot Out in the war; There was a knock on our door.   T...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:31:00 PST

War; a Letter.

  Dear God.  My name is Rod.  Daddy drives a tank So protect his flank.  He chases the baddy.  Protect My daddy.  Rod is dad's name.  Like me.  The same. It's a...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:15:00 PST

Equality

  I will run the hoover round; Grant all your domestic wishes. I'll iron dust and do the dishes, And cook, and walk the hound:   If you hunt and gather for me I'll stay home and wean the bab...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:00:00 PST

Nan.

From way back, close to infancy, Comes an abiding memory: Every single New Year's Eve The darkest one was told to leave The room, and step into the chill Untill the chiming bells were still; The darke...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 03:27:00 PST

Mum

To Mum   An August day In Roughsedge Hey, In summer sun, Mum, hair in a bun, said, "Please don't run after rag- man's barrows While you're holding those nasty, sharp French-arrows," While my bro...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 05:21:00 PST

Love

Bi-Polar Blues.   Sometimes in bed when they are lying like spoons each knows that in the other ones eyes  is a yearning that thier medications will, somehow, forever synchronise, so th...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 04:08:00 PST

Life

Peter   Peter was my midwife. He and I in the womb we fought; He was wise, and patient, and easily caught And dragged me into a room called life (In this room I swear I saw Othello, Shakespeare's...
Posted by Darryl Joseph on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 04:37:00 PST