Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,
Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,
She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,