Until the day is done, until the day is done, I shall not be worried at all, for I shall worry in my sleep, and by the morning, I will have done with it all, I will have done with it all. Click here to sponsor my writing Licence my poetry Buy my books Click…
Read MoreTrapdoor leading down to the barrels, where the wine is stored, now, how about some red, five years old or more, and then we can talk war, war, and we have a plan don't we, a plan to decimate and destroy hate, and intolerance, and ignorance, and racism, and sexism, and inequality, for we are…
Read MoreTime to end the day, time to end the day, yes, it has been okay, but I did not see you, yet again today, or this month, or the last, and my heart, it felt at a loss without you, to talk too in person, and yes, even though you are reachable by phone, it…
Read MoreThere is no trust here, only dislike and fear, there is no trust here, yes, no trust all, for the country is filled with lies and liars who despise, liars who despise you when you tell the truth, and who are generally rather uncouth, and there is no trust amongst any of us, and there…
Read MoreThere is little time, far too little time to cry and far too much wasted time, and far too much time spent not truly being understood, yes, there is little time, only time for sighs, only time for sighs in this world or so it seems, for we live our lives chasing dreams, we live…
Read MoreThat mountain, it has not moved for years, and that mountain I think it could only be moved with tears, the tears of the heavens and an earthquake or two, for the mountain it does not like humans, and it is too beautiful to erase from view, but how impeccably you stand, as you glower…
Read MoreTears. Tears in the rain. No more, no more years, no more years to complain. Tears, tears in the rain with an umbrella in hand, and the end of love and an argument, an argument that has left you, without love and short changed. Yes tears, tears in the rain watching the one that you…
Read MoreSweat. Summer heat, a glorious day, bottles of water upon the beach. A cool breeze, a book, some food and a place for the mind to be at ease, as the sun shines down, and the water sparkles magnificently as I read, and usually, there is not much time to read except on holiday, not…
Read MoreStreets of anger, streets of rage. People with angry hearts and angry brains. Streets of anger, streets of rage, streets filled with poverty and savagery, where a barbarian’s war is waged. Streets of anger, streets of rage, poverty and savagery, gun crime and knife crime, and robberies and rapes, and despair in the air wherever…
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