There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,

This should not be stilled, The rat and the fox should not be… The wind should not stop blowing Hearts should never be stopped bre… But doc philip needs to stop swear…

Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.

Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed

I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…

When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…

It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…