'We’ the west can be so proud of o… where everyone can take a vote for… We’ll fund the freedom seekers who… and understand they must rise up t… We’ll help them when they turn for…

As age draws on I see cause and e… in the realms of life that some mi… For years I sought my answers wit… with no solutions, I started to do… I turned first to god, the father…

Hours enthralled by cryptic signs, with ancient tomes and riddled rhymes. Gleaning facts from mystic lores - and still she never sought divorce…

more paradoxical foolery..... I have enjoyed my senses for more… two eyes, a tongue, two hands - a… but I can’t see the noumenon you s… all I see is lots of stuff I make…

As a company of poets, I trust upon your empathy. This lyric passion that we share has led me to epiphany. Of worldly craft I am bereft,

words, however inadequate, are the best hope we have of connecting with others... so let’s choose carefully which to use - and I ain’t talking poetry!!

When the steely strings gets picke… the dark desert highway is life pa… I’m sure not bound for Californ-i… no doubt, no turnpike –cool breeze… This place we call life is the shi…

When I at last shall die, what th… the meaning in this world of men - the flux that formed before my wak… when from that tranquil harbour fo… to pass again thru’ terra’s fiery…

There is a thread of gold that binds the ancient tomes ~ a filament rare, ne’er to be found ~ lest this first be known; Though some men may read all,

I like to think I’m quite a spark a wise and clever man I can name the elements or kings of old Siam but sitting in my techno-cave

The truth becomes a mystery when penned by the pre-victor who peddles bullshit History thru’ his BBC predictor A flash before the impact

Death, if it is you I fear then Fear, you have no spell ~ What stood for my old man and his, is good in time for me as well.

Conjugal Congress, Conception Conjoined ~ Constriction Contraction Contusio… Constructs Conferred, Conclusions Contrived ~

“The engine never made a sound!” —His terminal thought, as he looke… That crossing place he knew so wel… resounded to his final knell. On the scene, there was no sign;

I followed an English rose to the gates of the Sahel - I thought I knew I loved her; I… young and couldn’t tell. ......all so long ago now, I don’t