As sunlight hits grass I have sat here before in this wooden chair pretending to read but secretly watching as you turn and change change and turn from natural form to man made blades
Eyes convey the start of love sparkling blue full of sky up the rainbow down the other side Birmingham, Scotland, the west, Mexico where ever you are I too will go past the sun
On reflection, in depth deep as the ocean I wonder worry at the evil of myself within egoccentric obnoxious omnipotent immortal I am I feel you know. But there must be an end
Don't expect shape or form to come from this pen just heartfelt words that tell of chaos this is just the beginning another round as rockets explode... A clumsy middle aged ballerina
I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone rudderles with no guide I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone who knew of these feelings Of you and me all around eyes shut...
The freedom of the birds and the whispy summer clouds are what we dream of now Spring was quietly stolen our liberties curtailed homes were a prison...
The bullets fire wild killing in my mind as you hide behind words inactions hollow of a kind it is hard to watch it is hard to find the strength to...