(1987)
I wanted to drink it, I drank it, It’s drunk. I wanted to sink it, I sank it,
I’ll write some drunken poetry, It may not even rhyme. It doesn’t rhyme. It’s not even poetry. You soft lad!
How can I describe you in a song? Portray the beauty I see before m… Sing of your lions mane, your spar… And of the way you move me. Will you love me in the morning?
She will stroke you in your dreams… She will expect you to know that o… She will journey on in a state we… She will hold within the love you… And never.
In the mists of time, Before the dawn, Your name was written with mine. And so we met. And became,
Stallions charging, Foaming white, Breaking on the beach. They rise, Raise their heads,
I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku
Oh how we laughed, Cried, Fought, Tried, To make sense of our lives shaped…
The bond that was broken cannot be… whilst you wax bitter in your shel… But I can see more to this love a… Let our love live again. Let our love live again.
Eyes of blue, I saw them in a pho… Look at me I’m the one who sired… Walk on by. Walk on by. Baby face, like looking in a mirro…
You cannot live your life in fear! Each moment missed as looking here… You watch your step; diet; drinkin… Mind your manners; Ps and Qs. Wakeful worry of what might or mig…
I feel you, Know you are there, Pressing close, Behind me. Yes.
Christs day is here, You’re sitting alone. No presents or cards, The loved ones all gone, It’s the most wonderful time of th…
A boy on a beach, playing games? Playing dead. As the human race watches, At home, safe in its bed. And half the world mourns,
With dragon, lay in crook twixt le… Whilst worlds around me move, And when I wake no longer shall I… No more to prove, No half baked scheme,
