In a pub on a rainy day in August, with a million thoughts going through my mind, I, stare out the window, and I calmly watch the world go on by. Now, how many decisions, and thoughts are out there, floating gently in the air, and how many are out there that succeed, and how…
Read MoreOld London town, from Big Ben and Parliament, to Buckingham Palace, to the murky brown fast flowing Thames, flowing endlessly from its source of Trewsbury Mead, with the start of it often disputed, but verified at the end. Then passing the Thames Barrier onwards into the sea, and out past Southend, to the Gherkin, to…
Read MoreOh, what desolation you feel, as fog hangs heavy in the air, for gone are the sun’s rays amidst the tombstones, as you pay your respects, and leave the flowers there, for someone that you used to know, and for someone who knew you cared, for under the grey clouds above, and in the light…
Read MoreOh, sparkling sea, I sit here wondering where you will carry me, will it be to the ends of the Earth, or to the shores nearest me, will there be a girl with a smile, and a flower in her hair, will she be, there waiting for me? A beauty so happy, so joyful and…
Read MoreOh, for how the heart is enshrined, and so, entwined, in the wonders of the mind, where I drown happily in your beauty, and in the elegance of your eyes, for there really could be no greater feeling, because in you, what inspiration and beauty there is, and the gloriousness that is deep inside you,…
Read MoreOf this Earth, we are never to return, and we do not really care any longer, for it is burned, scorched Earth by the will of man, empty of humanity, in all its stupid plans, for it was split in two, by meteors, and the showers of the damned, raining bombs upon the ground, with…
Read MoreOf the time it does not matter, and of the days, and of the weather, now the distance well that is irrelevant, for I pay it no mind, and I pay it no matter, and it is a pleasure to hear your voice, and the words that you convey, for I can picture your smile…
Read MoreThe tallest tree in the world, I would like to climb, and pull the clouds down, down from the sky so fine, to rest upon the Earth, and to rest upon them, and to understand the Universe in my mind, and what a pleasant way, to spend the day, and not even notice the passing…
Read MoreOf the river, it flows, ebullient, and it bends and it snakes, it snakes its way through the wilderness over the rocks, and towards the sea, where in its fast flowing and elemental form, and so filled with leaves, and the twigs of trees, It carries them to their grave, and from their mortal coil…
Read MoreOf such great works, what is done to test the mind, and improve the world, for as simple as it seems oblivious are some, for they partake of little, and they give of none, because they are selfish, and hell bent and only looking out for themselves, and as the world unravels, and disturbs the…
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