You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

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!

We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

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…

It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,

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,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,