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!

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

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,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

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,

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

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,

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

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…