What wild wild woods these are. What wild wild places that I roam, and what wild wild places that I roam over muddy paths, and over rocks and boulders and across the lakes, the clear lakes and the muddied lakes, and across the streams and the rivers where I go, where I go. What wild…
Read MoreWaiting for the rain to come. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for happiness, waiting for fun. Waiting for the boredom to pass, whilst laying upon the grass, waiting for my love, waiting to feel the beating of my heart, when you come. Waiting to look into your eyes, waiting to be mesmerised, waiting for you…
Read MoreViolence on the streets, continual violence, gun crime and knife crime, now what can it mean, only this, only this that we are not educating correctly, and that we are living in a fantasy, and are not seeing the reality, and it is a vicious cycle that continues unendingly, a vicious cycle that continues unendingly,…
Read MoreValues, so often in this world, they never seem to hold fast. Values come and go like the wind, rapidly flying here and there, and everywhere and so often do not last. Values, so many values, constantly shifting and changing, because of the multiplicity of the choices that we face, for we live in schizophrenic…
Read MoreTime for a drink, a time to think, a time to contemplate, a time to cogitate, and a time to ruminate, over the day’s events, as we sit in the evening, in a bar by the river, where people swim and disappear, with drunken cheers, and where they revel in it, where they revel in…
Read MoreThis emptiness, this empty feeling inside, this empty feeling in the mind, this lonely heart, this lonely heart who is closed, and suffocated and void of anything, and who has no wish to talk to anyone, it is not me, but it is a shell of me, a shell of me and half a person,…
Read MoreIf ever, what a great thing it would be, if never, what a shame it would be, and whenever and wherever the wind blows, how I wish I were so free to follow it wherever it goes, and how I wish I could float so freely, and so easily with no worries and with no…
Read MoreThe moon is out, the moon is out, the moon is bright and hanging there in the blue sky, and amidst the clouds scattered here and there, I wonder at it and with it before me, there is great inspiration before my eyes, before my eyes, and I wonder how it is held there, how…
Read MoreThe gathering clouds, the gathering clouds, oh, how they threaten now, how they threaten now, the gathering clouds in mostly grey, and a little white that darkens out the light, the gathering clouds, that threaten to follow me wherever I go, and that threaten to unload their rain upon me, and dismay me further still,…
Read MoreThe end of the line, killing time. Separated by a couple of feet, and with a slight paranoia in the mind. COVID-19, separation anxiety, am I separated as much as I should be from humanity? And what a thing it is this separation anxiety, what a thing not to be able to see your friends,…
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