In the dead of night, in the candlelight, with the stars out and the moon shining bright, how beautiful you look, and how elegant in your red dress, and how glorious your eyes are and how bright, yes, what a beauty you are, and your voice, it is as silky as can be, and it…
Read more →In the darkest of nights, In the darkest of times, In the wildest of hearts, In moments of clarity, will you find, the path to the truth, that forms in the crucible of the mind?
Read more →In the dark I lay, and you have not shattered my heart, yes, In the dark I lay, and you have not torn, my world apart. Yes, in the dark I lay, without a broken heart. And in the dark, I lay, having erased you from my mind, and left you in the past, and…
Read more →In the crowds and in the street, and in the people that you meet, oh, what a colourful world it is, and full of all nationalities who do exist, and who partake of their place upon the earth, and yes, in racial harmony there is beauty, and in beauty there is colour, colour and harmony…
Read more →In the colour of the glass, so much time has passed, so much time for it is of the beauty of the age, of the beauty of the medieval age of the church, and of the age’s past, oh, what craftsmanship, and what time it must have taken, and of those who have had such…
Read more →In the city, in the street, the rubbish blown street, there is a car on fire and acrid smoke, acrid smoke rising higher and higher, and in the city, and in the street, the car burns brightly, and the flames engulf everything, and they dance their devilry, as the car explodes, in the city street,…
Read more →In the cities light, in the city’s shades, in the minds so bright, and in the less educated minds, and at night and in the day, there are people everywhere, there are people going here and there, and there are people going everywhere, at such a frantic pace, and modern life disturbs minds, and stresses…
Read more →In the Church, by the river, in Charminster, the 11th century church, extended and improved in the 14th and 16th centuries, by the local Trenchard family, the Church with a clock and five bells, oh, what great light it is inside that shines so bright, light that comes through yonder windows, the plain windows, and…
Read more →In Futura, in the mortuary, they tell jokes to dead corpses, and feed them to the animals, as men in bio suits, they play rock and roll music, and off the stomachs of the dead, they eat their dinners, whilst shopping for goods on their mobile phones and watching TV, as they try to smarten…
Read more →In the cabinet there is a mask, a mask you wore to our last dance, and I see it, and I remember you with an aching heart, I remember us dancing slowly, dancing under the stars, and I hold the mask in my hand, and there it is, the memories so sentimental, that they come…
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