Money, money pervades everywhere, money disturbs society with impropriety, and with over inflated prices, oh, how the pressure rises, and with the stock exchanges falling and rising, and companies closing everywhere, materialism destroys many things, and there are the homeless, and the poverty-stricken and the suffering, but not many people care, not many people care,…
Read MoreIt is a lovely misty morning, as the day is dawning and you disappear into the air, and the mist, the mist it hangs like a ghost around you, yes, like a ghost so ethereal and magical, and of such grey, but the beauty of the mist, it transcends the world, and it envelopes it…
Read MoreWith mild malcontent he stares out to sea, and he fixes his gaze upon the horizon, and imagines a foe that he hopes he will not see, for he has a suspicious mind having lived through war, and with such vicious visions playing in his eyes, he finds it hard to define a friend from…
Read MoreMade of fury. Made of hate, oh, such a fire rages in you, that it I dare not contemplate, and you of bitter tongue, you tear the world to shreds, and you give them something to remember, that they only wish to forget, for you are of such Ill mind, and poorly educated at best,…
Read MoreMachine gun, rat a tat, you speak words like a violent acrobat. Yes, you savage the language, and you scare the cat, and you try to express yourself, but you are as subtle at making a point, and as blunt as a head beaten by a cricket bat. Click here to sponsor my writing Licence…
Read MoreLook I know her, but I do not, for she regularly takes a long walk down the pier, yes, she of blonde hair and raging mind and heart, she beckons the waves with her charms, and tries to send them far away from here, for she has desires to swamp them all, for they abandoned…
Read MoreLike a bullet from a gun, you run. You head towards the chaos, you like the danger, you like the pandemonium, because it excites you, and you like the destruction, but unfortunately, you are not the only one. Like a bullet from a gun you run, and you head towards the chaos, and you wage…
Read MoreIn the bower, so, you came, so, you came as lightly as air, so, you came with a spring in your step, yes, upon the day to your marriage, where I could have been, but my dear, we were like wood to a flame, and we were not to be together for long, to such…
Read MoreLife is disputed by death, death is disputed by life, and they fight and they fight, but unfortunately, until there is barely any of the body left. Click here to sponsor my writing Licence my poetry Buy my books Click here to buy my merchandising
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