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Pebbled floor

Two hours, maybe more Sitting on the pebbled floor

Far away . . . and take it easy!

Shall I start the countdown To the date to fly away

A lecture from a pompous arse

I was rude You indignantly say So what do you want now? I want to know Why you went away

Coffee, 2 sugars

No that's not how I drink it

Angels and Demons

Instead I fall In with the Diabalos The inebraited fools

I'm sorry that I'm unable to play today . . .

That CD player on repeat will never stop playing That tune You know the one

I live a lie

You know I do You can hear it in words unsaid

From thrilling to thrilling

Not a Sherlock Holmes Tales Not a night vision mask Not a ride on an Eskimo sleigh

The difference in me

Do you know what I am? Im a schizeophrenic elementary guest.

Rude girrrl! Free?

I have other lovers But None the Less

Transition 5

So, the source of inspiration is the element of choice. You just need to be most careful, of to whom you give a voice.

When you held my hand

When You held my hand I started to cry; You know I had never Felt good for a while. Promise it will never end, Promise we will make it; Cause my heart could never take

Beautiful bond

My beautiful friend when I heard your cry Instantly I run just to hold you tight. I knew you could feel my pain Deep inside your heart; Wanted to say it’s OK, Words wouldn’t come out.

Remember the time

Remember the time when I saw your face I thought to myself by him is my place Knew I would be with you, knew I’d have your child But did not predict that… we could get so far

Anni Nubiles

We thunked down in Britain, the massive tyres absorbing the weight, giving, recovering. I'd never been on a plane before, much less as a ribbon on the kite of a real rock 'n' roll tour.

Happy

Once more im caught with the devils again. I dont know if she believes in me im not even sure of myself. Im normally happy but today i need some help. Sometimes i wonder if im bipolar

Amigo-amigo

My friend, my dear mate! You help me take a step or two, With you I share a few words, Right out of my soul At times when the world appears to be a mist, When there is no one around

The battle of the sexes

The battle of the sexes The battle of the sexes is a battle worth fighting for But is the battle of the sexes a battle worth dying for? Of all the battles this world has seen

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