I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine
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
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
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
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Come then Pluck at my flesh! You can’t damage my liver As fast I can Have you seen what I drink?
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…
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…
