the sound of this land lays empty a dormant glaze pours through its… this opulent terrains bounty of pl… now shudders numb as birds recede the graveyards full of the living
I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…
a high pitched whine stabs into my… as all other sounds fade, hidden i… the laughs and shouts and the clas… as I sweat staring at one spot, to… this parties in full swing the boo…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
your heart floats high in contemplation a young mind tainted by the hand of old worries high above you burn
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs
the prettiest face the warmest smile can be taken over if just for a while lust and greed
We dance and coil The barbed wire scarf pulled tight We glance and toil As skillfull liars laugh at our w… Dyslexic, unassuming and reticent
in an instant the sun of her smile sets black rain clouds descend in an instant in an instant
there’s nothing for you to find in… all it had on show has been seen, there’s nothing for you to learn f… all its pain is sewn into your sea… there’s nothing for you to hope fo…
These memories I house in my brai… They rattle about like wind throug… Faces come close and fade;hearts l… I seek the knowledge of who I am. Thoughts that race, I struggle to…
The invisible man strides He glides he struts and paces No one can really see him He’s a vampires mirror reflection He’s the clown without a red nose