The last days

From the moment we are born we all share one common goal, we will live before we die.

Train tracks

Imagine a train without tracks, Imagine a track without a train, Imagine the world from the outside, Imagine an astronaut in space Its just an idea of mine, Something I think of,

A Promise

There is a place we go, a place beyond sight, a place beyond sound, a place beyond time, do do dodo do do dodo, Your are now entering a place unknown.

Cumbersome

The rising of the morning star was enough for you, Telling tales of misty eyes will part the few, Arise my inner darkness,

Exposed

How do I feel inside?

Warrior king

Till we are free, It all belongs to you!

The flow

A poem leading in and out, from Jack to the giant

The Giants return

Run they screamed, he cant get you now, A mirror is what you need, Turn him around, My feet are burning, Just like my skin, Crash goes the ground as the chase begins,

Jollymanger

seeing is believing when you have your glasses on.

Things that are precious

Here lies the words of a fool, Who stumbled on a mountain and found a pot of gold, Who dwelt in absence and longed for light, Till one day the box exploded and exposed his plight,

Length of a diet

The long ride with the weight on our backs, Struggling up mountains, Winding through snaking tracks, The weight finally broke me, I could go on no more,

Life was my name

From the darkest of my inner most sanctuary

Experienced Poetry makers

Complete with my own rowing boat, Darkened the oars on a fine hemp sail, Slogged it in the water slowly, Pardoned the judge, For refusing my bail, A terrible night it was,

No mention of lo\/e

She was always, fresh, and always tasty, Except today I looked tanned, She was pasty, Her eyes still purred, Just today, a little bit glacey, I'm normally sour, sometimes bitter,

The hero's last words

A succesful ramble requires deep thought about nothing, for in nothing we create something.

Pigs can fly

Pigs can fly said he, Proclaim it to all, said he, This lonely village idiot, I may not of seen it, But I believe, Said he, Wandering through his street, Pigs can fly sir, Did you know?

Lumps

Lumps and clumps of marvel chunks Syrup left for days in marvellous trunks So big they could fill the amazon Tree's over grown as big as a mountain A lion still lying,