There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
Grant me peace! To pester And pester And pester; See how the repetition adds
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
In the midst of unimaginable faith surrounded by unattainable wealth I have eyes only for the light dancing through the stained glass do we not live only to discover be…
Stars dance before me In low pixilation But the wonder of it! I could press my face To the glowing screen
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love
