Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,
Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,